TdA Day 6. Souvenirs and Memories
93km. Desert camp to Luxor.
Mike-without-a-bike received news that Iberia found his bike. Unfortunately, he had already bought a new one in Cairo AND ordered a new Moots to be built up and shipped to Ethiopia. I guess this makes him Mike-with-three-bikes.
Tomorrow is a rest day (no riding) and the distance today was short, so I had ants in my pants to lay it out. I started out with Carrie and Peter and a few others that are fast-but-not-too-too-fast, bit when the peloton came by, I jumped on. I took a few pulls and managed to stay with them until Luxor. It felt great!
Generally speaking, I'm riding faster than I ever remember being able to ride. I keep trying to cool it, but I'm feeling strong and it is hard to hold back. I know that the roads will soon change and there won't always be a chance to ride with the group like this. So, I am just going to go with it for now.
I'm not a big fan of souvenirs, but an opportunity arose today that I could not resist. A Hookah pipe! I don't think it is Egyptian, per se, but it certainly is popular here. And the best part is that we can use it as we make our way down to Cape Town and it will be loaded with so many memories before I take it back to Canada.
Carrie, NoHomo, Mike-with-three bikes and I went for a late lunch at the Military Club and then rented a boat to drive us up and down the river for an hour. The kid driving the boat offered to let me drive. I took the bait and gave it a go, not realizing that it was a juvenile ploy to cop a feel. It was so subtle that I didn't process what was happening until it was too late. And then it was Carrie's turn. We had a good laugh after, but we are not letting that happen again.
We finished the day with a midnight Hookah session on the roof of the hotel beside our campground. From the roof we could see the Valley of the Kings, the stars and the city lights. Pure magic.
Mike-without-a-bike received news that Iberia found his bike. Unfortunately, he had already bought a new one in Cairo AND ordered a new Moots to be built up and shipped to Ethiopia. I guess this makes him Mike-with-three-bikes.
Tomorrow is a rest day (no riding) and the distance today was short, so I had ants in my pants to lay it out. I started out with Carrie and Peter and a few others that are fast-but-not-too-too-fast, bit when the peloton came by, I jumped on. I took a few pulls and managed to stay with them until Luxor. It felt great!
Generally speaking, I'm riding faster than I ever remember being able to ride. I keep trying to cool it, but I'm feeling strong and it is hard to hold back. I know that the roads will soon change and there won't always be a chance to ride with the group like this. So, I am just going to go with it for now.
I'm not a big fan of souvenirs, but an opportunity arose today that I could not resist. A Hookah pipe! I don't think it is Egyptian, per se, but it certainly is popular here. And the best part is that we can use it as we make our way down to Cape Town and it will be loaded with so many memories before I take it back to Canada.
Carrie, NoHomo, Mike-with-three bikes and I went for a late lunch at the Military Club and then rented a boat to drive us up and down the river for an hour. The kid driving the boat offered to let me drive. I took the bait and gave it a go, not realizing that it was a juvenile ploy to cop a feel. It was so subtle that I didn't process what was happening until it was too late. And then it was Carrie's turn. We had a good laugh after, but we are not letting that happen again.
We finished the day with a midnight Hookah session on the roof of the hotel beside our campground. From the roof we could see the Valley of the Kings, the stars and the city lights. Pure magic.
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