Touring Ted

2 wheels & no sense. My Motorcycle travel blog.

well, it’s been a long time since my last post and so much has happened that I don’t know where to start.

From my last post, we were all kicking back and enjoying the sun, sea and scuba in Hurghada, Egypt..

We left Hurgharda and headed down the Nile to luxor.  The same old story of blazing sun, desert roads, dead dogs and cut throat truck drivers tooting you along.  As we approached luxor things started to change. GREENARY !! Oh how i’ve missed it. The water irrigation really shows here and there are trees and fields running along the nile.  Even though the blazing sun would melt your visor, seeing flowers and palm trees lifted our spirita and urged us on.


Eventually, we rolled into town and immediatly into the only camping ground in Luxor. Reziky camping (or something lol). Is a bit of a haven for overland trucks, bikes and landrovers… They have good camping, showers, wifi and A BAR  🙂 
 The prices were rediculously expensive and required much bartering to get the beer down from 2 quid a bottle to 95p ! My salesmen skill come in handy now and again !  It was nice to chill out for a few days here and do nothing but play with the resident stray kittens.


Not much for us in luxor so off we headed to Aswan and the ferry to Sudan. we knew this would be a nightmare of paperwork and running around so no one was really keen to go there…

We left early and after a few hours of desert road, we got there in one piece. We had the address of Mr Saleh, the shipping agent who would organise our tickets so headed straight there through backstreets, over railway tracks, between parked trucks. We had the wrong address !!!!  Just to add to my stress I realised that I had lost my offfical Egyptian number plate on the way somewhere ! These plates are was essential to hand back to the police in order to leave the country.. ahhhhhhhhhhh !! Not a happy bunny !

I decided to ride back the way I came to where I thought I might of lost it. Cam had clipped my bike in the madness of the traffic which I dismissed at the time but it was probably where my plate was lost. .. I rode up and down the roads scouring the dirty litter covered streets with to no evail..  Just when I thought life couldnt get any worse, a taxi driver decided to pull out in front of me requiring an emergency stop on a sandy patch of road.. Down went me and the bike !! .. Much swearing and hand genstures later  I was back upright with a broken exhaust bracket  and a temperature warning light.. Great !! could today get any worse !  at least I was ok !

I met back up with the other guys who by then had been adopted by a local copper who drove us aimlessly around town in the baking heat, taking us nowhere useful at all.. why ????  Anyway, we were saved by Matt’s GPS maps which showed the ferry company all along so off we blasted through the town just to find it was shut.

Now, the next task…. We all needed an extra number plate as we were meant to be issued with two in Alexandria. I  had NONE at all after my incident so was riding around illegaly and wouldnt be allowed out of Egypt without them. In true African style, we decided to forge some. We rode around looking for workshops and were eventually led to an old market by throwing a local kid on the back of Neils bike. I showed them a photo of my plate and they got to work making us some great forgeries while serving us tea and generally mucking around.. What a great experince.


By now we were all pissed off, knackered, roasting in our bike clothes and dead tired. Off we headed to “Adams place”, a kind of hostel in the desert where we we could sleep and cook..  what a place though. Run by friendly nubians.


The next couple of days in Aswan were a NIGHTMARE !! Running around from one office to the next with piles of paper we didnt understand. Paying for this and that, showing passports, getting lost, photocopying, waiting around, more waiting around and even more waiting around.  It’s an experience I never want to repeat and sums up Egyptian efficiency and beaurocracy perfectly.  Finally on monday morning, we were convoyed down to the port, passed off our fake plates,  finished our paperwork and customs and settled in for the the six hour wait to load our bikes on the barge and board the ferry. 

Now, loading the barge was a story in itself… It was a battered old barge with a broken ramp and obviously too small. It was a hustle and bustle of shouting and logistics but we finally got the vehicles on even after after a big German truck broke the ramp and beached the barge ! A few of the bikes had to be stashed on another barge so lets hope they make it to Sudan too….It was 6pm and just in time to get ourselves on the pasenger ferry.


The passenger ferry was in itself an experience of a lifetime. 320 sudanese and egyptians with a years worth of shopping on a ferry built for maybe 150 people with no luggage. We were crammed into a small corner on the top deck, hopping and crawling over people and their belongings and thats where we spent the next 17 hours. Some us up sneaked up a ladder and onto the roof of the bridge to sleep and many people ended up in lifeboats and hanging off the sides etc ! Very funny !  We got into port at noon the next day and after an hour or two of hustle and bustle to get us and our bags off the boat we arrived in Sudan !!

So here I am, in wadi Halfa, sudan ! I’m waiting for the slow barge to arrive and then to head south to khartoum.  This small border town isnt really much to talk about but the Sudanese people are so warm and friendly and have a great sense of humour. The toilet in our “hotel” is a festering hole in the ground that you can smell from 50 feet away and the shower is a bucket of mudy water… still, I think im going to like Sudan !

3 Responses to “Luxor, Aswan and the ferry to Sudan”

  1. Noel  Says:

    Wow,bloody hell,cor,Jesus,blimey,heck,no way,oh my God,orrrr,how much!!!!!!!!!!!!

  2. dan and luka (spain)  Says:

    hallo mate!!!! see youre still alive and ……ing. very pleased for sure. keep on truckin on. love from us.

  3. stan  Says:

    yo Dude when is the next posting? Last I heard you were all alone I am sure two of you set off, what has happened?

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