I write day 55 since my departure. Wow, not even two months. With the year in Cape Town in the neck, but it feels like an eternity. And this is not meant negatively.
I briefly summarize. I am from Cape Town on 20 January started on an organized tour through Namibia and Botswana. With more than 20 other people, mostly Koreans, I spent the next 20 days in an overland truck. We slept most of the time in tents and cooked my own highlights on this tour were the Namibian desert to Sossusvlei and the Okavango Delta in Botswana. In Vic Falls in Zimbabwe began then to my ego trip. I look back with nostalgia to the time in Zimbabwe. Millions of dollars in their pockets ... well, you could practically buy anything with it. A beer cost 8 million, and the supermarket was more or less empty. In Zambia, I took the Tazara train through the dense, uninhabited jungle of Zambia and the hilly hinterland of Tanzania. I spent the most time in the lounge and stared out the window, a stupid grin on his lips. I probably looked like I was on psycho fungi .... but I was just relaxed and super happy. The arrival in Dar es Salaam was minted by the attack of the musicians and the first hint of travel Koller. The political unrest in Kenya, then moved me to fly over to this country. So that I could but my original plan 'Cape to Cairo overland' is no longer achieved, but they go a lot of anger out of his way. In Addis Ababa, I spent more time than I was loved. The visa stories kept me almost a week. Then finally it went further north. Bahir Dar and Gondar were the next stops on my Way. On a section with some very bad roads - from Gondar to the limit - I could take the luxury of an air-conditioned Land Rovers with music to complete (!). Khartoum was marked by poor communication and the feeling of being invisible. The journey took the train to Wadi Halfa - the desert was within reach! Then I crossed the ferry over the 500 km long Lake Nasser and reached High Dam. A little later I was in Aswan and had his hands full, I keep the Egyptian Supplier of penetrating body. I was relaxing on a felucca at sunset. Afternoon, I hid myself in the Nubian Museum, where beautiful Artefarkte are presented in air-conditioned rooms. The history of the reservoir was also explained very clearly. Some of the most spectacular temples then had to be rescued from the threat of flight. The train to Luxor lasted only three hours. What I experienced there, any other time must still enjoy my last day in Cairo.
I will fly on Saturday in all Herrgottsfruehe, naemich at 2:15 clock to Tui to Munich. This was by far the cheapest flight. Clock at 5:30 I'll probably end up in Munich and from there probably travel by train as soon as possible after Bonaduz further.
I hope to see you soon.
Cheerio
Abu al-Hol (Father of Terror and the Sphynx Egyptian name)
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