After an afternoon of scuba diving we loaded our belongings into a chartered van and settled in for the nine hour drive to Cairo. The hostel owners made sure we were comfortable with the male driver and informed us of our right to request another escort. We declined and hoped for the best. Feeling woozy from sucking oxygen through a regulator all afternoon, I quickly needed a few Dramamine pills to combat the onset of motion sickness brought on by the winding mountain roads. Slipping in and out of sleep, I only noticed a few check-points but was later informed we stopped between 8 and 9 times throughout the night. Apparently, each stop was a nerve-wracking experience as Egyptian guards peered inside the vehicle and questioned the driver about our non-existent chaperone.
Nine hours later we all breathed a sigh of relief as we pulled into Cairo and located the friends we were bunking with. I'm not sure what potential dangers we dodged that evening, but I will assume we were always safe and consider it another adventure on our now extremely long list.
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