Egypt?! What Was I THINKING?!
I was less than sanguine about returning to Dahab. Sure, I love Dahab. And as a quiet, beautiful, cost-effective place in which to work with...
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Coming to Terms with Facial Scarring in Beirut
Even by my standards, this post is not very family-friendly. You might want to try this one instead. Younger readers: this is going to be...
A Dignified Entrance to the Historic City of Tyre
“Where does the motorway end?” I say, for the third time. I mean, clearly the motorway HAS ended. I’ve just driven through a checkpoint manned...
I F*cking Love Beirut
As a child of the 70s, who grew up in the 80s, Beirut has all the magical allure of the forbidden that China did. And,...
Siwa: A Wild West Town in Egypt
There is something about the desert that sends folk stir crazy, and Siwa, a Wild West town in Egypt’s Western Desert, is about as crazy...
How Safe is Egypt After the Revolution?
“How safe is Egypt now?” Still a topical question, so I’ve updated this post on 16 20 June 2012. Deletions are marked with a strikethrough...
Voices from Post-Revolutionary Egypt 7: The Working Mother
I sits with her daughter, her son and her daughter-in-law in the shade of a Nubian mudbrick dome, looking out over the expanse of Lake...
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...
Voices from Post-Revolutionary Egypt 5: The Businessman
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...
Voices from Post-Revolutionary Egypt 4: The Guide
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...