I can't believe the visit to the Sinai desert is now quite a distant memory. I still remember the day I stepped into the Egyptian side at Taba crossing, alone and not knowing what to expect. What audacity, what guts, what was I thinking.Next I was whisked away by an Egyptian taxi driver to St Catherine monastery and Mt Sinai. Before I could processed anything, I got up and climbed Mt Sinai at 2 in the morning. I still marvel at the memory. I'm off to London and Berlin next week.
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