Salvation PAST EGYPT (continued, part 4) I lived in a strange room. Everything about him was wrong, but still could be considered his own. I looked at my watch and realized with horror that I missed the bus! I instantly woke up. The room looked quite normally, apparently, I had a nightmare. With relief, I looked at the clock on the nightstand beside the bed. It was 6:00 am - I actually missed the bus! As soon as I started to boil with anger to yourself, I awoke a third time. The room looked like it looked in the previous dream, I never could understand what was happening, but the clock on the bedside table showing 11 o'clock! That is my dream that I missed the bus, while I had a dream that I missed the bus! I walked in circles around the room, just to make sure that the bus I'm still not too late, and that I still wake up. At one point I even began to think that me someone slipped something into the food, but then calmed down and remembered that in the wilderness, I often dream strange dreams. Most likely, it was a nervous breakdown due to the fact that I missed the bus this morning. Once again, I checked whether I set the alarm for the right time, and fell asleep again. Locust alarm woke me up around 3 o'clock in the morning. I dressed quickly, took a bag that is packed in the evening and went into the hotel lobby. There I found a roll of brown paper on which was written my name. I took the bag and sat down next to the couple and their convolutions and waited. After 10 minutes when I had almost finished his taken with a breakfast at the door came a man and called our names. We followed him through the empty streets and bazaars of his van. 10 more minutes we went from hotel to hotel, while seats in the minivan is not left, and then headed to the outskirts of the city. We all sighed with relief when our van stopped at a larger van, which has already taken its place in the queue of cars, where the convoy was formed. Heavily armed guards who walked up and down near the gates of a military base, creating a specific mood. But I was not sure whether it was a mood of adventure or detainees sent to prison. When arrived last group of tourists (up to this point it was still about half an hour), they gave us the signal that we all waited so long, and the convoy began its long journey south. The mighty Nile While we have left behind the Aswan, passed by the Aswan dam and headed south into the desert sands of the mighty, I could not remember a funny song "Convoy" of 70 (song by S. McCauley, who in 1975, was one of the hits, prim.perev.). It was a song from the time when I lived in a small town, and I could not help but share it with your fellow travelers. Those who knew this song and smiled. The only question is what kind of expression is better fit the description of our small minivan: "11 long-haired friends of Jesus in a greenish bus" or "barn"? Our "tourist convoy, which insisted on the creation of local authorities, moved on at an alarming rate! In the end, it all turned out to be yet another farce. The maximum speed of our minivan was significantly less than the speed of large air-conditioned buses, which were provided by cruise companies so that they are quickly overtaken us, leaving a cloud of dust. We were at the end of the convoy, completely out of sight of the nearest machine. The result was amazing. Instead of going through the desert in a convoy consisting of rushing forward and emitting tons of dust cars, we were alone in the middle of the Sahara, and in front of us there was nothing but an asphalt road and sand stretching on either side, as far as the eye. Start material: Read more:
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