Siwa has everything. Ancient ruins, palm oasis, giant dunes, fresh springs, salt lakes, donkey-cart taxis.
About the only thing missing was cold beer. But Siwa’s a very conservative place, so I abstained from alcohol, for a week.
It was well worth the effort of crossing northern Egypt from Sinai – not far from the Israeli border – to the oasis of Siwa, stuck in the Western Desert, just 50 km from the Libyan border somewhere amid the Sahara.
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