In the Footsteps of Moses
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...
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...
Eid is 35, but looks older. As a child he worked in the Sinai desert, tending the family’s goats as they migrated in search of...
S is 15, beautiful, dark-skinned and slender, with a hawkish desert nose and a full upper lip, dressed in a fuchsia and turquoise traditional dress,...
What DO you do for four days in the Sinai desert, if you’re an eleven-year-old kid? You roll down dunes, slide down dunes, swim down...
A sits by the fire in a Dahab restaurant. The youngest of five children, he’s 26, tall, cleanshaven, and plays PlayStation football with the devotion...
As a mode of exploring anywhere, quadbiking checks all the wrong boxes. It’s noisy, polluting, carbon-intensive, touristy and, in some places, environmentally destructive — but...
Like many 11-year-old boys*, even those who aren’t travelling the world, washing does not figure highly on my spawn’s list of things to do. He’s...
“There’s an important man on that plane,” says Heny. “What plane? Where?!” I say, dozily. Z already has his eyes on it. It’s a sleek...
Jamie’s mum sits next to us on our flight from the UK to Egypt. She’s 68, looks mid-50s, did facials for Olivier and Richard Harris,...