This travel writing piece participated in the 2018 Travel Writing Competition which was done in collaboration with Travel Garage, Egypt‘s must-go to online store for purchasing adventure and travel goodies. Some four, five years ago, at the ripe age of eighteen and as a gulf kid who had just recently moved to Egypt for university, I was laden with false preconceived notions and a naive, unarmed readiness for life that only an eighteen year old could muster. Understandable, as I had very little contact with the grind of the real world outside of my own homegrown bubble, I hadn’t yet been introduced to Kafkaesque literature nor had I been soaked in the world of adulthood where a wild night consisted of binge-watching that show I’d been putting off for a year now and then getting eight full hours of sleep. Alas, I digress. So, brimming with excitement, I tagged along with four friends to the holy land of Sinai. I had heard only good things about Sinai and was ready to camp out in the desert underneath starry nights with only the most primitive of resources. Give me an adventure, said I,…
