The Best Seats
The shrill screams of children and a busy road defines today’s ride to Luxor. From mud huts across a canal, children gathered to shriek encouragement to our riders. Behind them stood fields of sugarcane, and further behind, a red streaked plateau. The landscape looks primordial. The fields are kept separate by lines of palm trees with several lost amid the crops. The branches of the occasional lone palm seem to burst from the trunk like a firework frozen during its most spectacular moment.
During a peaceful part of the ride, a caravan of tour buses shattered the silence and tore past us in speeds in excess of 150kph. The coach’s drawn curtains meant that eyes were likely closed or focused on miniature television screens. What a way to experience Egypt, I thought to myself. Dodge manure, slip past donkey cart, pedal harder, avoid smiling child, smile and wave back, sip some water, switch gear, hop speed bump, stand to stretch legs; my mind and body are fully engaged. I smile knowing that our seats are the best in the house.