Voices from Post-Revolutionary Egypt 6: The Taxi Driver
We screech to a halt in heavy traffic – a car has accelerated across our path. A overtakes the other driver, blocks him in, and...
We screech to a halt in heavy traffic – a car has accelerated across our path. A overtakes the other driver, blocks him in, and...
The tranquillity of Ahmed Ibn Tulun mosque came as a welcome relief from a city about which, if I’m honest, both of us have profoundly...
The Pyramids are on almost everyone’s travel bucket list, and, with tourist numbers low after the Revolution and Cairo still relatively safe, now is an...
Besides the kittens, the rooftop bars, the seafood and the fireside lounging, Dahab is about two things: the Red Sea and the Sinai desert. And...
A round, amiable man, J is in his 40s, and runs a business in Dahab, Sinai. He has a small son who lives with his...
This is a timeless scene. A Bedouin man in traditional scarf and djellaba reclines in the sun on the top of Mount Sinai, the place...
The Sinai desert is a place of many colours. The green palms of desert oases; the rich gold wind-rippled peaks of sand dunes. The wasteland...
S is 40, and worked as a dive master before he started guiding tourists: he was married in his 20s but it didn’t last. Compact...
There’s something about Dahab which produces a phenomenon of sloth I like to think of as “mission creep”, but which might better be described as...
A is 24, with rosy skin and auburn hair, an almost Scottish colouring inherited from a Circassian Turkish ancestor. He graduated recently and is travelling...