What a Mediterranean Sea!! My leisure trip to Egypt

A trip to Marsa Matrouh on the shores of the Mediterranean Sea.. Holidays in Egypt.

 

I do not want the baby that is coming (a gift of God), but in just over three months, when it is finally born, it will be a stumbling block to our sacred hobby to go around the world ... why do not we miss this opportunity and also less than three weeks since returning from the Canary Islands are again leaving ... A trip not too challenging, given the situation, just one week with Alpitour, a reliable tour operator in northern Egypt, mainly the sea, but not in the classic Red Sea, where we have already been several times, but on the Mediterranean , in Marsa Matrouh, a resort for most people is still unknown.
E ', with this, the fourth time we go to Egypt, a country is historically unique, as the cradle of great civilizations, from the naturalistic point of view, with its desert landscapes and its beautiful coastline, and as in other occasions even in this we hope to not be disappointed ... indeed!
The adventure begins at 13:40 a quiet Friday in September ... not bad luck that infamous day of the week, we have been able to verify with the departure of so many other beautiful travel ... and at a quarter after we get off the motorway at Faenza to address the short stretch of asphalt that leads us in that of Bologna, where fly.
We leave the car in the car park at 14:35 and set foot inside the capital Felsineo Marconi airport. We make a long queue for check-in and eventually embark luggage. We pass the metal detectors and put us on hold to port number 4 ... We have to wait a bit ', but then we go on the Boeing 737 of the charter airline that Neos to 17:14, a slight delay on the schedule, picks, identified as Flight NO5752, turning immediately to the south.
Over all of the Apennine ridge to look out over the sea in the Gulf of Taranto, we cross the Ionian Sea, passing over the island of Zakynthos and the foothills of the southern Peloponnese, while the sun is setting. At the same time settle the clock on the destination time zone: one hour more than in Italy.
Tap the island of Crete and immediately begin the descent towards our long-awaited goal ... So we landed at 20:46 local military airport of Marsa Matrouh, occasionally also used for civilian purposes. In fact we are, apparently, the only passengers and the atmosphere is rather shabby, with the tracks and the landing areas and dimly lit with a single conveyor belt luggage, set in motion only and exclusively for us.
Carry out all customs formalities, including health, with two scary characters to expect, with masks, probably due to the concern to the swine flu, and once the facts come out in the open air to get on the bus.
While waiting for us to reach all of our traveling companions learn that in this period, the time zone is the same as Italian because, due to the ongoing Ramadan, was adopted in the early summer and that is why we must bring back those same hands that had recently moved forward ... Then finally we move and in about half an hour we reach the Almaza Beach Bravo Club, which will host us for a week.
Join us for dinner and then a walk around the village, despite the darkness that is rather good, then we retire to our room (the 3219) for the longed-for rest ... Tomorrow morning will begin the holiday itself and we should be in the best condition.

The light peeks through the window of the room where the numbness still reigns absolute and the sun shines Almaza Bay ... the curtain, and enjoy the view from our terrace, which promises very well.
Let's go to breakfast and then to take place in the orderly and white beach of the village offering comfortable beds lined up at the foot of thick thatched umbrellas, fronted by a wide expanse of sand.
We arrange the sheets and then take a walk along the shoreline to the tip to the left of the Bravo Club on one side accompanied by the sight of a sea really amazing, as we had described, and on the large size of villages not really exciting tourist, in fact beyond our own, to Almaza Bay, there are two others, both in Italian management: the Fan Club and Vera, with a fourth under construction will not be long judging by bulldozers in motion.
At 10:00 I go with Frederick the briefing after which the book a couple of trips and then run to enjoy a first sospiratissimo bathroom water as well as having extraordinary crystalline reflections is also very hot and Sabrina also agrees that she has always cold! ... So we remain long to let us pamper you from the waves and when we leave the south has long since past.
Let's go to lunch and return in the afternoon for a walk on the beach and the beautiful sea of Almaza Bay, but also to make pure village life, not known to love, but trying a bit 'after all can also be enjoyable. So eat a swim and then we get involved in emotion experience of archery, as the sun slowly descends towards the horizon, igniting the sky and ending the first nice day of relaxing in this North African holiday.
After dinner, we grant the funny show set up by the entertainment staff of the Bravo Club and then ran in the room to sleep, because tomorrow morning we expect the first real hike of this trip and also a good early rising.

(Part 1)

The alarm clock is, the dark yet complete, a little before 5:00. Breakfast and half an hour later at 6:00 on the dot is to take the bus that will take us from the Bravo Club in Alexandria, Egypt.
Takes two and a half hours drive from Marsa Matrouh, during which dozed a bit 'all, then we come in view of Egypt's second city, with its five million inhabitants, founded in 332 BC by none other than a brave commander Alexander the Great, when it was conquered the area, went from here directly to the Temple of the Oracle of Siwa.
At the time the strip of land between the sea and the lake was a small village called Mariout Raqote and a few hundred meters from the shoreline to an island called Pharos: ancient commercial port already used by Phoenician ships.
Alexander ordered the construction of his city right here, sensing the potential of the landing, and Alexandria became a beautiful center, but also one of the many cultural sites of Hellenism. Its famous founder, however, did not see her ever since he left the country in the spring of 331 BC, when the architect of Rhodes Dinocrates charge of the project had just started work, and died eight years later in Babylon no longer be returned to Egypt.
Driving along roads lined with crumbling apartment blocks and horrendous arrive on the promenade, the guide will probably settle in good faith out of proportion, to the east to follow shortly ... The place to tell the truth is pretty ugly and now seem far away the golden years of the colonial era, when the entire center of the bright lights and big throbbing international intrigue.
We pass the modern Library of Alexandria, to which we will come back to visit later in the morning, and following the coast comes into view of the strong Quait Bey, built around 1480 and later enlarged by Sultan Muhammad Ali ... The military construction stands imperiously on what was once the island of Pharos, at the place where stands the famous Lighthouse of Alexandria (the common name derives from the word lighthouse island and not vice versa!), One of the Seven Wonders of the World old.
Perhaps designed by Alexander himself, the lighthouse was built during the reign of Ptolemy II (c. 290 BC) and more than 125 feet high, with a range of great lantern, it is said, was more than fifty miles away but was irreparably damaged by an earthquake in 1303 and replaced nearly two centuries later, in fact, from the Fort Quait Bey.
The entrance to the mighty defensive work but we find it closed and we must be content to see it from the outside, like, for security reasons (perhaps exaggerated), the nearby monumental mosque, Abu al-Abbas al-Mursi, the most important building religious city, dedicated to the patron saint of fishermen and sailors, established in 1943, but with the same eclectic original air of the sixteenth century, characterized by fanciful domes and slender minarets.
By bus pass in front of the neoclassical monument to the Unknown Soldier, erected with the assistance of Vittorio Emanuele III of Savoy, king of Italy in exile in Egypt after World War II and buried right here in Alexandria, in the Catholic Cathedral of St. Catherine.
Here we come, through dilapidated neighborhoods along its streets and rusty trams rattle decadent, with a view of one of the most important historical monuments of the city: the so-called Pillar of Pompey.
The only tangible evidence of Alexandria dating back to antiquity and is still striving for the sky is a column of red granite about 25 feet high, from the ruined temple of Serapis, upright, despite the name, in honor of Emperor Diocletian to the end of the second century AD The monument dominates a ridge of limestone dotted with relics, including two sphinxes, and excavations, including three subterranean galleries where sacred bulls were interred the Bees and where they were housed temporarily at the time saved from the destruction of valuable writings' Ancient Library of Alexandria.
Under a scorching sun we see from many angles the intriguing column Pompei, then started to arrive by bus, in the neighborhood, including the Catacombs of Kom es-Shoqafa.

(Part 2)

In the most ancient necropolis of Alexandria and surprising, dating from the third century AD, accessible through a large spiral staircase. We explore this some underground, scattered macabre niche in the rock, inside which is strangely forbidden pictures, which are developed on three floors to a depth of 35 meters, far more interesting is the tomb, whose entrance is guarded reliefs of snakes and to which there are some enigmatic paintings ... Certainly, nothing special when compared to the Valley of the Kings or Queens in Luxor, but an experience full of charm and mystery.
Emerged from the underground we close the circle of the visit to Alexandria, and passing again to highly degraded areas, past the Roman Theatre and back along the seafront to the Bibliotheca Alexandrina.
Designed by a team of Norwegian and Austrian architects, strongly supported by UNESCO and financed by many Arab countries and Europe, the new library was inaugurated in October 2002 after more than seven years of work and shows, art forms, such as a huge cylinder cut diagonally at the top to represent the solar disc rising from the sea (actually a large artificial lake), in memory of Ra, the sun god of ancient Egypt.
Immense stone wall outside are then incised pictograms, hieroglyphs and letters of all alphabets known to also remember the internationality of the ancient library was founded shortly after Alexander himself, that around half of the first century AD contained over half a million manuscripts, then went largely destroyed at the hands of the Romans of Caesar and later by the ignorance of the early Christians and Muslims, both opposed to universal knowledge.
We visit the place also inside: very interesting conceptually and architecturally impressive, with its reading room, multi-level, extending for about twenty thousand square meters ... The entire work, ultimately, is all too perfect and efficient, given the context in which it appears, so that it can define an oasis in the messy chaos surrounding urban environment.
With the Bibliotheca Alexandrina is exhausted in the intense practice schedule of visits morning and then go to lunch at a luxury hotel in the center and then take, without haste, the return trip to Marsa Matrouh.
We lose a little 'time, on the outskirts of the city, a bazaar in partnership with our local travel agency, does not fall into the trap that almost anyone, so after about an hour's drive we arrive at the shrine of Italian War of El Alamein.
In this town in the Egyptian Mediterranean coast and its rugged hinterland was consumed (between July and November 1942) the last act of the North African campaign of World War II, during which over one hundred thousand soldiers lost their lives, divided among the various nations involved in the conflict. On one side was Field Marshal Erwin Rommel (also known as the Desert Fox) and commander of the Afrika Korps advanced Italian-German and other General Bernard Montgomery to organize the desperate defense alliance, but was unsuccessful. For the Italian battalions engaged in the event was a real defeat, and the Memorial is officially dedicated to the 4800 soldiers dead and missing to 38,000, the sea and the desert have never returned.
In an atmosphere composed thus paying homage to our fallen soldiers, but ideally also to all those (friends or enemies) have died with them ... victims of human absurdity of war!
At 18:30 we get a bit 'Stanchini after a busy day of sightseeing, all'Almaza Beach ... We stopped at the pool bar just long enough to quench our thirst, and we look around us: what a contrast between the splendor of reality in our village and slums of Alexandria ... here is one of the reasons that continue to be wars! ... Then we go to prepare for the evening, perhaps feeling a bit 'guilty about this, but basically we can not change the world alone!
After dinner we are entertained by a nice cabaret show, then there would also be a midnight party on the beach, but sleep assails us ahead of time and so we drag wearily to rest in the room, but also to ponder the interesting experience today.

After yesterday's long walk we take, in practice, a full day of relaxing, except for a little adventure that awaits us in the late afternoon.
We got up quietly and go out and take our place under an umbrella in the front row, and then to breakfast ...
Back at the beach we take a walk on the left of Almaza Bay, to a point where there are no waves and the sea is a real pool, then we treat ourselves to a long, unforgettable swim, one of those bathrooms that you fill joy and make you feel completely satisfied of the holiday ... a bit 'like being inside a dream you wish would never end.
The wonderful feeling but also has an end and, put your feet on dry land, regain our umbrella in time to go before I book trips for the rest of the week and then to lunch at one of two restaurants in the village.
The early afternoon is a total praise to lie ... a good read, nap and sound, of course, another beautiful bathroom, so in no time while you make the 17:00 means the estimated time for the adventure of the day.
While Sabrina is on the beach enjoying the last warm rays of sunshine in the company of Frederick, half an hour later I take away from the reception, along with other guests to arrive at a completely deserted area a few kilometers from the village ... There we will have a row of roaring quad, with which we face a bumpy path characterized by the color of the sky at sunset, making the atmosphere even more exciting.
After thirty minutes of abundant shattered tracks we come to a Bedouin tent (clearly assembled for the occasion), where we are offered a traditional cup of tea and then we return, with complete darkness, dominated by a magnificent star, putting an end to a beautiful experience (even great for Fred, who led all the way) ... even if just a bit '... indeed, very, very dusty!
Back all'Almaza Beach, after a providential act as an essential shower, a quiet but pleasant day ends in the theater, with a fun variety show.

Although, to all intents and purposes, we are in the hands of Alpitour today we wear the traditional dress of "tourists DIY! ... Wake up, breakfast and meeting at the reception with a taxi for the trip self-managed ... Yes, because that "organized" from the village in Marsa Matrouh not include a visit to Agiba Beach, according to my information, the most beautiful beach in the entire area.
Everything goes according to the highway and soon we arrive on the seafront in Marsa Matrouh, with its about eighty thousand inhabitants, is the most important city in this part of Egypt and the Mediterranean capital of the governorate.
Founded by Alexander the Great and Cleopatra and Mark Antony's retreat, the village has, however, looks more like modern today as a world-class resort, especially with regard to the local tourism (Egypt and Libya).
We stopped to take a picture of the mosque, the only monument of some interest, which is located among many and not very welcoming hotels semi-deserts, because the season ended early for Ramadan, and stand right in front of the beautiful colors of the sea real amazing when you consider that we are right in town!
Continuing along the coast for another twenty miles to the west and reaching out to Agiba Beach (which means miracle.)
Our taxi driver leaves the car in a parking and walking look out over the bay from above, and for its brilliantly colored leaves us speechless ... It 'a narrow and deep sandy bay, surrounded by yellow-ocher cliffs, contrasting with the sparkling blue sea and the surrounding vitreous.
I must say it is beautiful Agiba Beach and would be a shame not to come ... plus it's practically empty, again because of Ramadan, and would be precisely the desire to take a bath, but we're outside of a Western-style tourist facility and is not recommended unless you do your clothes (especially as of women), so gave up and we are content to take a nice photo ...
Of course our culture is light years away from this and we will never, under these conditions, to share any emotion with these people. Among others in the area, much more than in other regions of Egypt (which is taken, remember, a moderate Islamic country), we met women on the street, wearing the burqa, a traditional (if such it can be determined) really for us, inconceivable!
Returning by car to Marsa Matrouh we stop even the so-called "Cleopatra's Bath" ... In a stretch of mostly rocky and lapped by a beautiful sea is a sort of tank, excavated in the rocks, where it says that the legendary queen and Marco Aurelio will abandon their games of love: a fascinating history if true, but obviously there is no scientific evidence to prove its authenticity.
Marsa Matrouh we once crossed we accompany us on the promontory that extends east of the city, where the Beach is the beach called Rommel. It seems that the Desert Fox loved to swim here (and rightly viewed the splendid colors of the sea), while organizing the advancing Afrika Korps. His headquarters was probably the bunkers dug in the nearby reef which now houses the tiny Rommel Museum, containing some relics of the time.
With the short but interesting visit to Rommel Beach ends in practice our self-directed tour, so we ask our faithful taxi driver to take her back to the hotel.
Shortly after noon we again foot inside dell'Almaza Beach and immediately run to the beach to enjoy a refreshing bath that's been a while 'time was at the top of our desires, then of course we go to lunch.
The afternoon spent once again in complete relaxation ... and into the evening, with a view to the early withdrawal starting at dawn tomorrow morning for the latest and perhaps most important trip of this beautiful holiday in Egypt.

(Part 1)

Today it is the 09/09/2009 ... It is said to bring good luck this time ... What do you want then more favorable for the hike we are going to start!
The alarm rings early, at 5:00, when it is still dark, and after an early breakfast at 6:00 o'clock, we drive to the Oasis of Siwa.
All of Egyptian life was held over the centuries along the Nile Valley, also known as "black earth", the color of its fertile alluvial deposits. Beyond the great river stretches, however, the "red earth", that is the desert itself: the Eastern leaning toward the Red Sea coast and the west, an immense, considered the realm of Osiris, lord of the dead ... In quest'arida, boundless and inhospitable expanse are some oases, however, true miracles of nature, including one of the most significant is precisely the Oasis of Siwa, to which we are going.
We follow the coastal road to Marsa Matrouh and then turn the bow toward the south. The landscape is bleak now, with the ribbon of asphalt and sides perfectly straight, as far as the eye can see, a dusty plain littered with pebbles ... an astonishing sameness about three hundred kilometers long, during which time we stop in an isolated business, on the borders of reality (and sanity), and pass by the immense Qattara Depression, one of the lowest in the world ( over a hundred feet below sea level) and certainly the lowest of the entire African continent.
Eventually we arrive in a large depression in the ground where there is the Oasis of Siwa ... The landscape changes dramatically in appearance and within a few kilometers up in front of our eyes a vast expanse of palm trees.
The Oasis of Siwa, 28 and 82 km for a population of about twenty thousand inhabitants, it is rather decentralized Egypt remained virtually independent until the late nineteenth century, developing its own specific culture, yet over the centuries it has been inevitably 'flu.
Our first stop on the outskirts of town to the Jebel al-Mawta, or Mountain of the Dead, an ancient and fascinating cemetery dating back to the XXVI dynasty and the Ptolemaic era. An entire hill is completely riddled with the purpose of obtaining tombs, most of which are now in dilapidated conditions. But a few are still decorated with interesting paintings of and explore. From the elevated position above the surrounding area then you have a beautiful view of the oasis, its huge palm trees and in the distance, the disturbing Sand Sea.
After visiting the Mountain of the Dead go to the heart of the oasis and after a brief stop at the reconstruction of a typical house in Siwan we reach the nerve center of Siwa, where there is a square, surrounded by a number of stores on this street are the ruins the ancient village of Shali.
On the hill overlooking the modern town, towards the end of the nineteenth century, stretched a vast and intricate housing complex on several levels, which reached a height of sixty meters. In 1929 a great rain, which lasted for three days, caused the collapse of numerous structures and death of several people, this is because the construction material used, made of mud and salt, in normal conditions it is hard as concrete but dissolves easily in water. The result is a charming cluster of ruins surreal, full of unintended effects models, in which stands the beautiful conical minaret of a mosque.
The guide is not with us, nor do we recommend that you venture to the ruins, but my curiosity is too great, and while everyone goes for a walk to shops to no avail, in the company of Frederick, hired another guide (local) and I do accompany, including intriguing glimpses up to the top of the hill ... a wonderful experience at the trifling cost of only two euro, including an original souvenir in halite, a rock salt mined in the area.

(Part 2)

Back from the ruins of Shali find hiking companions engaged in the purchase of various odds and ends, while the streets of the city passes an impressive amount of media driven by donkeys, with over folk inhabitants of the oasis, all made clothes traditional.
A little later we are to get on carts pulled by donkeys (a kind of local taxi drivers) and those we reach, a few miles away the ruins of the Temple of the Oracle of Amun, certainly the most important and representative monuments of the oasis .
Dating, we think, about half of the sixth century BC The temple is incorporated in the remains of the village of Aghurmi, just east of the modern conurbation of Siwa and is accessed along a tortuous path to the end of which is the narrow door of the old village. After going through the fascinating structure of mud and rocks you are at the foot of the ancient Acropolis, is dominated by the silhouette of the temple, recently renovated, because until the sixties of last century it was used as a dwelling.
The archaeological site is nothing more exciting compared to the well-known to visitors along the Nile Valley, but it is significant given the importance that the oracle has played during his heyday (in the Hellenistic period), when his most famous admirer, Alexander, consulted him in 331 BC before being proclaimed pharaoh ... in addition there is the environmental context in which it is inserted, the stronghold of the temple because you can embrace the entire oasis with its palm groves, salt lakes, the hills and sand dunes in the distance, and admire the full all its beauty.
Back on the air-conditioned bus (a real boon because we will be around forty degrees!), Past the ruins of the Temple of Amon very small and run along a stretch of dirt road between huge palm trees to reach the place where there are the so-called Baths Cleopatra: a large round pool in which they collected the clear waters of a spring (the fountain of Ain al-Gubah), where he is said to have swum the famous queen of the Ptolemies and where, until recently, the wives of Siwa ate a ritual bath on the day of their wedding ... and we would be able to imitate them, but no one does, even the sight Night is falling, so we also associate ourselves with the idea of going as soon as possible for lunch at a nearby hotel.
Immediately after we had eaten enough and to overcome any hesitations Sabrina, inappropriate bumps, we are all starting together for a short trip, 45 minutes, with the off-road vehicles, on the foothills of the Great Sea of Sand.
The Great Sand Sea, with its huge waves over a hundred meters, is one of the largest sand dunes on earth and make a real impression of the extent of 72,000 km square between Egypt and Libya (450 km to the north south!), so that exploration of its giant golden backs can be worth the trip alone in this corner of the inhospitable planet!
In short we ran into a soft two-tone world, including the yellow sand and the blue of the sky, up and down hills as far as the eye can see ... one of those experiences that leave their mark in the memory of every traveler ... Simply amazing! ... And if I think of all those "rats" from the village, which is not taken down by their bed! ... Well! ... worse for them!
Back at the hotel in the desert we are also granted time for a cooling dip in the pool and then, around 16:00, we leave for the long journey home all'Alamaza Beach.
We welcome the oasis and the Great Sand Sea ... we need to go, although there would be other things to see around, then it would be nice to wait for the sunset and spend the night in the desert ... but sooner or later we will return for a tour of the oasis and all the Western Desert, because we were fascinated, and will be an excellent opportunity for our fifth trip to Egypt ... It 's a promise! ...
These are our latest thoughts before facing the ribbon of asphalt that runs straight north and the Mediterranean, almost halfway cheered by a fiery sunset.
We arrive at the hotel for dinner time, after which we withdraw in the room to watch the football match Italy-Bulgaria (2-0) and at rest, after an intense but unforgettable Wednesday in late summer.

With eyes still the fascinating images of the desert we are going to begin the last full day of this holiday in northern Egypt, the last day that we spend in total relaxation ... also because it appears there is more to visit the surrounding area. The only alternative left to us, it seems, is a walk on the right dell'Almaza Beach, a stretch of virgin (but who knows for how long).
Among the sea views are characterized by sand, rocks and crystal clear water we spot a kingfisher color (at least it seems to us, but we do not put my hand on fire, saw our lack of experience birdlife) ... Then we go for a swim in the western part of Almaza Bay, where the sea is always calm and looks like a swimming pool.
When the situation is pleasant time flies and soon you even noon, so we go to lunch to come back later, with calm, lazing on the beach and spend the whole afternoon.
If it is an unthinkable Mediterranean, Egypt inexorably lengthens the shadows of evening and the sun sets behind the village, so veiled with sadness, we leave room to prepare for dinner, but also to tidy up a bit 'i Storage in view of the start of tomorrow afternoon.
Last night, a little later, we spend the carefree, enlivened by a cute show organized by the entertainment staff, after which we retreat into our apartments.

The date is quite troubling to take at the end of the day, a flight (from an Arab country, among other things), but it does not scare us at all, indeed, we are much more concerned about the last sunrise of the trip on Almaza Bay, which is not the best. In fact there is some cloud in the sky too, and a strong wind blows from the desert that generates a small sandstorm.
After breakfast on the beach where we also, at times, also filters some sunshine, but the atmosphere is strangely blurred, the sky fading and Diamond Bay (translated from the meaning of this Almaza Bay) today does not shine at all! ... Too bad, because thinking about spending a few hours with all the trimmings!
At 12:00 o'clock we put all the luggage out of the room ... but it is not yet time to leave and after lunch we settle on the edges of the pool, always imbued with the surrounding atmosphere ... of sand. Really sorry that should end this way and still, in the company of Frederick, later going to enjoy a last swim in the beautiful sea in front of the village, in order to preserve the memory, though not in the best conditions.
Shortly after 16:00 we go back to wearing "street clothes" and all the baggage we presented at the reception. It seems that now is the time to go, in fact come to pick up the coach in charge and ten minutes before 17:00 salute the brave Almaza Beach Club (which has more than satisfied), and head to the airport of Marsa Matrouh.
After half an hour by road to face the row complete all the cumbersome customs procedures, after which we put on hold, the only door, the only flight departing: the NO5753.
Fortunately, there does not seem to be delays and just past the 20:00 starting the operations of loading, so right on time (at 20:31) the company's Neos Boeing 737 lifts off now veering towards the north and Italy ... Outside the window is now completely dark and we can only see the lights in the night away in Marsa Matrouh Egypt, before submitting the Mediterranean Sea.
After a couple of hours of flight appear below us the Italian coast and soon after we begin the descent.
At 23:00 o'clock we touch the ground, but the airport for us is not the right one, because it is expected that a stopover at Rome's Fiumicino ... Down all the "Romans" and then, due to the need to refuel, the wait goes on longer than expected, so strikes midnight and it is ...

The plane finally moves, but then made a long way from the runways of the Capitoline and off only 29 minutes after 24:00 ... No time to gain altitude as it starts to fall, so at 1: 05 we are again out of Marconi.
We collect all your luggage safe and sound, then we call the free shuttle bus and reached the parking lot we find our self with which we leave for home immediately.
At 2:00 we leave behind Bologna on the A14 and 25 minutes later we leave the motorway at Faenza, so at 2:38 we conclude at the gate of the house even this journey into the land of the Pharaohs, a special trip, made with a creature arriving in the sea of Egypt lesser known but no less beautiful, in a place full of fascinating history and a gateway to the great Western Desert ... a desert that has really fascinated and "sin" (between quotation marks enormous!) for the small, inevitable brake in the near future, but we are still "very young" and now the spell of this land, sooner or later we will come back .. . all right if we go back!