After
the epic journey across Mongolia from last year, my memories of the magnificent
Gobi desert remained very present inside me. There, we spent days that were as
hard as unforgettable. I left with images, sounds (or complete lack there of)
and sensations that were recorded in my mind forever. Sublime moments that make
the mere experience transcend and stick it into one's body. The kind of moments
that I live for. It is for this reason that during the days we spent in Cairo I
was filled with so much enthusiasm for the upcoming ride across the most famous
of all deserts, the Sahara. Enthusiasm and nervousness, not only because the
very idea of cycling across it intimidates, but also for being the way of
immersion into this whole new continent, completely unknown to me until now.
Far from scaring me though, this is the elixir that feeds my spirit, and
perhaps very few things I enjoy as much as feeling that itching inside the guts
that the uncertainty for the unknown generates.
