With Adam deciding to depart as well in the morning to return with the others, I had lost all interest in my surroundings. There I was, at the Pyramids, but my mind was elsewhere. My mind was in turmoil, others were also unfussed if the trip ended here and now. I had lost my will to fight after a gruelling, emotional few days. I just wanted to quit. It has been incredibly hard work to get us this far and the really hard bits are still ahead of us. On top of this I've lost the 3 others who know most about the route.

We made the decision to push on to Luxor anyway. Kev has a flight from there to catch and if we do want to carry on, we have to reach Aswan by Saturday. We have had further conflicting information about which borders are serviceable and which aren't, so we are still none the wiser. I laid on the bunk only recently vacated by Lucy and let the others take us east then south via Hurghada. By strange quirk of fate we were apparently overtaken by the bus to Sharm El Sheik with Jim and Lucy on it. I heard later from them that they were safe in an appartment in Sharm, relaxed but still angry at how things had turned out.

I turned in early, only to find that at Sufaga we had to stop at a checkpoint and await a convoy at 7am to Luxor. There are some security issues through southern Egypt and this is the only way they will let you travel. Hell, we'll only get half a day in Luxor now. I still need to get more information on getting in to Sudan. I want to avoid the ferry if possible and I'm told that some trucks get through from Abu Simbel but it is difficult. I don't know if this is due to road conditions or politics. Still not entirely sure if the Red Sea route is possible or not.

I think these issues are focussing my mind once more. I've had my day of moping. I'm still not beaten, we fight on at the moment.