It’s one of the more Indiana Jones-style things you can actually do in a world of pop-tarts and microwaves and Miley Cyrus.
In 1992, I travelled to Egypt, Israel and Jordan with about as much forethought as a 22 year old with a short attention span can have…
In some ways Egypt was the land I’d expected it to be: an exotic green strip clinging to the banks of the Nile. But in others it was a surprise. A big one.