The road leading from Lake Qaroun to no-where.
Last weekend, during Easter, I went to Fayoum with some friends. We took a microbus from Moneeb (in Giza) and arrived in Tunis, Fayoum, at 11am. In the afternoon we made a short trip from Tunis at Lake Qaroun to the desert on the other side of the lake. There was a lot of sand on the roads leading from the lake into the desert, because of the sandstorms that occurred in the winter.
Some people who were trying to make the road sand-free warned us for thugs (or Arab al-Gebal, the Mountain Arabs, as they called them), who are allegedly living in the desert after the revolution, and who are smuggling drugs, weapons and other stuff. We didn’t see anyone, except for a few strange guys on motorbikes and a police car… Anyway, we made it back safe and sound. Photos can be viewed on my Flickr page.
Last weekend, during the first two days of Eid al-Adha, I went to Fayoum with three friends (@MarwaMFarid, @moftasa and Peter, who didn’t enter the digital age yet). By bicycle, that is. On Friday, we left Cairo at about 6.45am, although we had planned to leave at 6am. Unfortunately, I had been to a party the night before, so Peter woke me up at 6.15 to ask if I was already on my way to the agreed upon square in Giza.
So, after this short delay, we took the Desert Road to Fayoum, which is a distance of about 60 kilometers. We finally entered the village of Tunis at 4pm after 110 kilometers, the last 35 kilometers cycling along Lake Qarun in Fayoum. Except for some minor injuries, we didn’t experience any problems.
The next day we left our ‘ecolodge’ at 9am, heading for Fayoum City. The roads were a bit narrower and more crowded than Friday, especially Toktoks were causing some frustration and dangerous situations. After another 45km we arrived at our destination. The original plan was to go to Beni Suef and take a microbus or train from there, but because we had had some delays, we decided to call it a day. The microbus from Fayoum dropped us off at Monib, so we still had to cycle about 10 kilometers before we could enjoy our well-deserved ice cream at Mandarine Koueider in Zamalek.
Check out the photos on Flickr!