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 ?!
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 ?!
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