Someday I really want to post here a personal story like this….
Last night I saw the Milky Way from within the Roman ruins.
The starlight gleamed on the broken pillars and the pale tents beyond them. I swore I could hear the echoes of Roman soldiers marching across the silent desert. The Jews long before them. The Egyptians, always.
The Bedouin I am traveling with are the only people who know this isolated part of the Sinai. Serabit El Khadem, they call it. They say it is haunted in places. Here, djin may live. Genies, we call them.
The priceless artifact I discovered is in my pocket. It hasn’t left my body since I found it weeks ago, only moments after Fatima killed the scorpion near my foot, and I caught the snake before it could bite her brother. This is not a safe land. But these Bedouin have taught me how to live in it.
In another month I must say goodbye – in good Arabic – to my friends. I will miss them and their wandering way of life. I’ll even miss their camels, but not the fleas. Why do camels always have fleas?
Then I will travel back to Cairo to present the artifact to the head of the antiquities council. He’ll be thrilled, of course. So thrilled I should be able to barter my way onto the archeological sites in the Valley of the Kings.
But first I’ll stop at Yusef’s place. His “resort,” he grandly calls it, though it’s merely a cafe and a few huts near the water. The glorious water of the Red Sea, where my love is eager to meet up with me, and he and I will scuba dive and then spend the nights in each other’s arms. I need days and days in the water, after being in the desert for so long…
Okay, that’s one serious travel fantasy I have. Obviously more a very imaginative novel than a real trip. But you’ve got one of your own, don’t you?