It’s not 11 o’clock at night yet, and the hotel looks like a ghost town. The restaurant is empty, and even the bar closed its doors earlier. I bet most of the riders are rolling on their beds, too anxious and excited to sleep. Mando days, shovel missions in the middle of the night on the desert, ibuttons (for the timing) and who knows what else.
The trucks are loaded, and it looks like no one had
problems on the luggage weight inspection. Our friend “Mike without a Bike” managed to find a decent bike shop (that no one knew about) in Cairo, and it looks like everything is under control.
Tomorrow, wake up will be at 5, and
by 6 o’clock, everyone
is supposed have eaten and be ready in front of the hotel.
All I have to say is that every day arrives someday!
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