26.10.15 - Hurgada | Luxor

We left Hurgada at high speed, despite the wet road and huge water pools, traces of the previous night.
Speaking about last night, at the tourist Hurgada, I, a British-Danish, an American, a Catholic and a Muslim Egyptian, Egyptian ill-behaved, went to the Buddha Bar.
Some Arabs, some Americans and many Russians. It was a bash to last until at breakfast if we didn`t have to travel 280 km by the Egyptian interior.
South of Hurghada we headed west, leaving the Red Sea in the back, by a mountain road, full of curves, made at high speed, between gorges of great beauty. For roads like this that goes back to Cross Egypt Challenge. Are roads where "Judas lost his boots," far from everything and everyone, where true pleasure exist: driving and visual.
In the second refueling and lunch stop, I went to the top of the mountain. High there, I saw the mountain range that stretches for kilometers and kilometers, with birds of prey flying over the sky aiming also their lunch.
From there to Luxor, it was all way down. In the rocky yellow eastern desert, a four-star general pull gals and stoped all the caravan: just because; for security reasons; by must have woken up in a bad mood and gave him a rigorous attack; or because, in an almost deserted road, it must have been, for him, a real treat to see her so excited he wanted to join the party.
The reach Luxor, the Nile, the landscape changes in meter: the arid desert automatically goes up to the green fields with reeds corn and rushes to a multitude of donkeys and horses that are the means of transport of people and goods, for children who come to the roadside say goodbye to the most stares.
In Luxor expect us some surprises during the three days we will spend the night at the Sofitel Karnac on the right bank of the Nile.

25.10.15 - El Sokhna | Hurgada

240 km in a straight line that had everything to be as unattractive as possible. Fortunately, it wasn`t.Leaving El Sokhna and for many kilometers, the Red Sea was our landscape. But the day was born cloudy and instead of clear blue, the sea was gray, reminding me our Ria de Aveiro in winter days. Bucolic. 
Then we started to get into a more mountainous and sandy area. Here, with the sea and land plataformes, there are huge refineries, oil wells, piplines, fans and everything imaginable in terms of energy. Huge electricity pylons and brownish pipes, tear the desert landscape with a post-modern look.Departure until first refill ran with Drew doing "my wing," and with the ease of the land, we aso many jokes and exchanges globally agreed gestures. It was so funny for us and for those who followed!After the first refueling had to stop and leave the group. When I resumed the march, I did 30 Km alone and could go all time on top. Thus, besides the extra fun, I was able to resume my position in the group a few kilometers before the second refueling stop and lunch.In the third and last part of the taken, I was on the tail, enjoying the thing.The worst was when, some 40 kilometers from the finish in Hurghada, begins to rain; and wasn`t a little rain. It was heavy rain, that it hurts in neck and echoes inside the helmet.Thunder, hail, and flooded: all armed confusion; and me on the tail. Never again, starting tomorrow, always in front!We are settled in Marriot Hurghada. It is full of Russians: employees and couples. She are gorgeous, about blondes or brunettes, slender and light eyes. The guys ... who cares ?!