A Bizarre Adventure

Egyptian Adventure

Bags packed. Papers ready. Egypt here I come!

It was exciting at first. I never thought I'd be given such an opportunity as a young journalist. Egypt. It seemed so far away and it was, but nothing was too dauting for a determined young student like myself. The town was welcoming as many people just kept to themselves, no pressure or focus on the newcomer. I never did like being the centre of attention after all. Coming from a small town why would you ever want focus on you? Best not to stand out.

The streets were warm and colourful against the sandy deserts. The food was delicious, and the drinks were plentiful. I was staying on the outskirts, but the walk to the main village wasn't too long. The views of the Nile were incredible, I knew I would base half my papers on this beautiful river. I spent a lot of time observing it from my windows. I watched how the villagers would interact with it, how they collected water in their handcrafted wicker baskets. Young and old would flock there and tell stories and play games. It was mesmerising.

I journeyed to the markets during the days. The crafts and the food were incredible. I was astounded by these people and how they created such amazing things from start to finish. While browsing one day a purple scarf caught my eye. At the stall was an elderly woman who sat there knitting, I asked her about said scarf and she was delighted to sell it to me. She explained that not a lot of the locals liked her crafts but she just enjoyed making them as a hobby. I conversed for a moment and asked if I could write about her stall and her crats for my journal, we then set a time and date and i would return to her the next day.

Egypt was amazing. I could have spent a lifetime there. Watching the world go by, but eventually I knew I would have to journey home, but for the following weeks I would live in the bliss that is this Egyptian adventure.