Day Twenty Seven

Here's where my journey to Mexico started. Sort of. It's a piece of papyrus, hanging on my wall. I wasn't born with the urge to travel. I was born with a vivid imagination though, which was well exercised in history classes when I was 6 or 7 years old. We studied the Pharaohs and ancient Egypt in depth. 

Those classes left an indelible impression, and planted a dream in my head - to one day wake up, open the curtains and see the magical Nile in front of me. I had the opportunity to travel to the Sinai in 2000 and, having arranged a 7 day detour in Cairo, fulfilled my dream. And caught the travel bug. Mexico would come later.

This papyrus isn't the greatest example ever. I did buy it in a mysterious Cairo slum from a group of young guys who did me a great deal. They hoped I'd return the favour and get them some booze. I'd forgotten  my passport, and they were disappointed. 

Gary Denness