Israel
Written by Neda Sarmast (Iranian Team Member)

It’s my first morning in Israel. Woke up and looked outside the window and the first thing I noticed was the Israeli flag at the hotel across from me. It hit me… I’m in Israel. Who would have thought?

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After breakfast, Latif and I headed out on our own to buy some international telephone cards and we noticed people looking at us. Was it because we looked like out of foreigners? Or maybe because with our dark suits and dark sunglasses we looked like secret service. We stopped at a store to buy water and the guy asked us where we were from? Latif quickly replied, “I’m from Iraq and she (me) is from Iran.” He looked at us and smiled and said, “Oy Vey”. I’m sure it didn’t help that Latif was taking photos of the hotels as we walked by. Yeah… we stood out!

All was fine, except for the uneasy feeling I had about the press conference with former Prime Minister Shimon Peres later that day. Something didn’t feel right and I tried to not put too much attention on it. I called friends and family in Iran to put my mind at ease, but instead I was quickly warned: “If you sit on a stage and have photos taken with Shimon Peres, you will no longer be allowed back to Iran”. I explained that I am here for a peace mission and I am NOT here to represent a political stand – yet I knew that the government of Iran considered Israel their arch enemy, and my cause would not be appreciated. It hit me hard. I had come on a peace mission and politics got in the way!

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Palestinian Territory
Written by Latif Yahia (Iraqi Team Member)

As I arrived at the Calendia Boarder, I thought about the news I had repeatedly seen on TV, where Palestinians throw rocks at Israeli Police cars and Israeli soldiers shoot Palestinian civilians. But what I witnessed today, in person, was very peaceful and could not be more different. What they show in the media is not true. The politicians and the media are both liars.

When we arrived at the checkpoint, nobody searched us. Instead, they smiled. The Palestinian people looked at me in a strange way, then their faces lit up and they asked me if I was Uday Hussein. I began to laugh and when I started speaking Arabic, they thought I was Uday for sure and that the Americans had lied to them about killing him.

They began shouting about how much they love Saddam and how he is still in their hearts. Once I told them who I am, they started shaking hands with me and hugged and kissed me.

They told me that they love Iraqi people because their country is occupied like theirs is and that we must fight to liberate ourselves. We started talking about Israel, Palestine and Iraq and they asked me if I thought that Saddam was a martyr and if what they see in the media is real. I answered that what they see in the media is not real. It is propaganda. On both sides.

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Jerusalem
Written by Dan Sheridan (US Team Member)

Today was going to be a very special day for me, it was one of the main motivators for me wanting to be on this journey. We were going to see the Holy City of Jerusalem. It is a place that I have always wanted to visit, but never really saw it happening for a long time.

Galit had arranged with her father, Arick, to give us a guided tour of the old city. We were scheduled to leave at 8:30 and Arick arrived at the hotel 15 minutes early, ready to go. He obviously wasn’t forewarned by Galit that 8:30 with BTI really means 9:30. I think we left the hotel around 9:15 for the old city and Arick took us in through the Jaffa Gate. His knowledge of the old city was amazing, he was born in Tel Aviv and lived his whole life in Israel. A walking history book.

Our first stop was the Western Wall, where we witnessed all types of Jews from all over the world praying. It is customary that if you want to make a Prayer request, you must write it on a small piece of paper and place it in a crack in the wall. Gil told us that it was God’s “Fax Machine”. I wrote a few requests in Spanish, since I have no one else to practice with. I thought He wouldn’t mind.

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Israeli-Jordanian border - The Dead Sea

Written by Yahya Wardak (Afghani Team Member)

When I opened my eyes this morning, I was not sure if what I saw was true or if it was a dream:

Beside my bed was sitting a Tibetan Monk in silence (internalizing)…

I suddenly become aware that a Tibetan Monk and I, a Muslim from Afghanistan, slept in one Kibbutz in Israel.

We are on the way to the Jordanian border. I am sitting in the front seat of the truck, overhearing conversations behind me; “I understand Mohamed more than the Americans and Europeans,” says Gil, our Israeli teammate. I am very astonished by this news. I thought that Israelis are always closer to a western way of life, than to the Arabic World.

Our first stop at the petrol station:

I see Latif with the manager of the station smoking together beside the gas pump. Latif holds out the gaz nozzle like a pistol in one hand and in the other hand, holds a cigarette. Back in the truck, Gil says the Manager is Jewish and his parents are from Baghdad. The manager and Latif spoke some Iraqi words. Gil adds, of course, that the Manager understands someone from his place of birth more than others.

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Dead Sea Coast, Jordan - The Road to Akaba, Jordan
Written by Stanford Siver (Conflict Resolution Mediator)

I woke up on the beach at the Dead Sea with a twenty-knot breeze blowing straight into the gaping hole in the top of my sleeping bag. It hadn’t been so windy or cold when I’d finally went to sleep an hour before, after a long day of waiting and driving and supporting the group’s rising frustrations. I got up and put on my boots, grabbed my bag and mat, moved behind a low concrete wall left from an abandoned Jordanian military border security installation, and went back to sleep. An hour later the wind shifted to the south and the same thing happened all over again. Dang! I moved again to a spot that was protected from the West and the South and finally managed to get some sleep.

By the time I woke up, everybody else was already awake and the wind was still blowing hard at about twenty-five knots. Breakfast was Spartan because of the wind: muesli and coffee and had already been laid out by Bernd, our venerable German desert expedition leader, and his crew. After breakfast, Bernd briefed everyone again on the importance of saving water, protecting equipment, and packing gear tightly into the trucks’ storage spaces. Then Adam (our logistics coordinator) laid out the plan for the day. Heskel (the founder of BTI) and Thobka (a Tibetan Buddhist Monk) were still in Amman working to get Thobka’s visa for entry in to Egypt and hoped to catch up with us later, which they did at about 8pm.

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Nuweiba, Egypt
Written by Mohammad Azzam Alarjah (Palestinian Team Member)

Hi everyone in the world. Peace for all. Today is Friday and it is a very special day for us, like the first day and the other days we will get to spend together, but today was the best because we took a shower and we slept good, not like the last nights when we slept in tents with the windy weather and it was bad. Today we woke up at 9:30 am. Even Heskel told us to sleep until 8:00 am because we were tired from last night, arriving at the camp at 2:00 am.

Now we will go take breakfast and after that we go to the meeting with all the team and the BTI group to talk about schedule of today and what we going to do. But before the meeting, we must wait for Heskel, Adam, Ray, Latif and Yahya because they are sick with the flu and they sleep in a hotel in Aqaba. After we finish the meeting, we go to walk in the store and everyone do what he wants.

We were at the restaurant last night with Latif and Neda sitting and making some jokes. One of the jokes was talking about the bird flu and suddenly Adam asked Anna, the doctor with our group, about the feeling of the people infected with the disease. Latif told him his hair will fall out and he will start growing feathers. Everyone starts laughing about this joke.

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Sharm el Sheikh, Egypt
Written by Yevgen Petrovich Kozhushko (Ukrainian Team Member)

This was a day! In the morning we’ve arrived in Egypt. Very beautiful country. Beautiful sun, beautiful beaches, desert is unbelievable beauty. I like such life, what can I say. Spirit of this amazing adventure is fulfilling my soul with pleasure and love. No past, no future, no problems. This is big honor for me, as a simple soldier from the Ukraine just to sit here with such legendary people as Ray, who was a soldier in Vietnam twice, or with Daniel (fire-fighter from New-York), or with Gil, who was a combat pilot in IDF, and all the others of the team. I really like these guys. About their lives, you can easily make a film and it will be a very interesting film. There is no problem with scenarios. Just ask them about their lives, about their histories. I am very proud that I am here. Proud and glad.

Today we got another little accident. We found a big hole in the tank of one of the trucks. So we unloaded some fuel from the tank and we lost time for getting it fixed. People say, ten years ago Sharm el Sheikh was a very small town. Now it’s a very beautiful city with many hotels, bars and a casino. Also it is very popular among Russian tourists. I knew this already, so I was not surprised when I met two very beautiful girls from the Russia, Natasha and Galya, in the restaurant. They like to talk with me and of course, I like to spend more time with them, but Adam throw me away from the conversation. I think he was afraid that I will say “To hell the Peace, I will stay with the girls in Sharm el Seikh”.

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The Pyrmads and beyond
Written by Galit Oren (Israeli Team Member)

I woke up this morning and there was one thing I wished for: please make this day a boring day. After 10 days of travelling and 3 days in Egypt, we came across so many obstacles and problems, that I believe it’s about time to have a smooth way. Since the beginning, we have been waiting to have a routine day – riding together, arriving the campsite before sunset, and having time to relax, prepare dinner and just be together. Please god makes it happen!

The day began great. After going to sleep at 2.00 am, I woke up at 9.00am (probably for the first and last time) and said goodbye to a toilet and a shower. I hope I’ll see you soon.

After a good breakfast – did you know there are eggs in Egypt? – we had a meeting to try and set some responsibilities. Following Dan’s plan, we divided up chores such as: water, packing, tents, food preparation, cleaning etc. It was another step in trying to get more organized.

Planning to leave the hotel at 1pm, we left an hour later and headed toward the Giza Pyramids. Crossing Cairo, a huge city with a population of millions, every road was jammed. We passed by the old part of Cairo with its amazing mosques and the Nile. After couple of hours, we reached the pyramids, one of the wonders of the world.

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Cairo - The desert outside of Egypt
Written by Anton Pichler (Austrian Documentary Director)

Second day in Cairo. Midnight – so the day starts early. The team went already to bed. Hezi asks me if I would join him to get some cash somewhere in Cairo. Two locals are taking us with their car into the night. Yevgen joins us. First of all we are stopping by at a cash-machine. Next to it there is a supermarket and I am getting some chocolate for the documentary crew and myself. This is one of the possibilities to keep the film-team happy. That’s not always easy because we are shooting from very early in the morning till late in the night.

We are driving through this amazing town I have read so much about and very unexpected I am caught within reality. The driver whose name I do not remember drives really quickly and Hezi asks him to drive a little bit quicker. So the driver slows down. I appreciate this lesson of diplomacy. He and his friend bring us to the highest point in town and we are having this amazing view.

The night ends with a couple of glasses with sugar cane and I just love it. At three a clock in the morning I am done and just fall asleep right away.

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20 km from Baharyha, Egyptian desert - First day of camel journey
Written by Gil Fogiel (Israeli Team Member)

First morning in the desert. A very chilly night. We wake up very early, relatively. Yahia, our Egyptian guide form Baharyha Oasis arrives. Loading the trucks and off we go.

200 Km, 3 hours and we arrive to the meeting point with a bunch of very sexy and beautiful female camels. Very long eye lash and soft eyes. Just a serious dentist work is needed. Yahia explain how to approach the camels in order not to frighten them and how to climb and get off. Each one is assigned a suitable camel that fits it size and character. Mohammed gets a nervous one; Galit gets the “chicken” one, Latif gets the “Big mouth” one and Hezi gets the smallest “donkey size” one. We mount the camels and they getup. “Ho boy, what an experience”.

Riding a rollercoaster is easier. The caravan takes off, each camel tide to the one in front off him. Each small caravan is led by a “Camels walker”. Although bare footed the camels walk very fast and those who walk by (afraid to mount a camel or no camel left) barely catch up. We march on the sand. The ride is easy most of the time until we reach a descent and the camels bounce from one side to the other, some miss the foot hold and it beats the shit out of some of us.

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Egypt - White Desert, Western Sahara
Written by Newang Thapkhe (Tibetan Monk, spiritual guide)

After long night, our truck was stuck into deep sand and we all were very tried and went for long sleep. Next morning, we relax with tasty Arabic breakfast. Then we continue our journey to White Desert. Our camel were so nice to carry us and we really enjoy our camel riding with fresh air, although its very hot sunny day. Everybody was making fun with each other on camel and it was very pleasurable to join with such nice team.

We feel no difference with each other, even though we come from lands with different culture. We joke with each other sometime in funny way, but we all laugh with each other. We call each other with nicknames and even this don’t make us angry to each other or feel strange toward each other. We feel with each other like that we met long before, a sign that deep into all our hearts, all the people in world have the same feeling. Although we have different belief, culture, religion, we can be very friendly together.

We continued toward direction to White Desert for hours on this very hot sunny day and we sweat and sweat from hot sun. Then suddenly, I want to do foot journey and want to touch my foot on sand. This is first moment I felt this is a difficult journey because camel go very faster than mine foot walking. Anyhow, I manage to join with camel steps. Then slowly slowly, I try to thinking during mine foot steps…

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Egypt - White Desert - Baharia
Written by Anna Müller (doctor on the journey)

Waking up in the middle of the White Desert, facing a beautiful sunrise gives you a feeling of what peace could be. This is the beginning of the last day of our camel tour. Walking and riding camels, we cross the white desert towards the main road. One and a half hour later, we enjoy our last lunch in the white sand.

After a stressful start, everything is going easier now and the participants and support team seem to be much more relaxed. Does adventurous circumstances lead to more community, rather than more interpersonal conflicts? As an observer from the outside, it looks as if the group of participants is becoming a team, working out seriously what their mission means to them.

After lunch, we have to take our places in the trucks again and go back to Baharia. One some days, the participants decided to stay in one truck together. But then after a while, the truck has to stop because one of the participants wants to change; the music is too loud and no compromise can be found. Against our plans, it all ended up in a tea break and the question came up, what does it mean respect each other?

After shopping for food in Baharia, we drive to the camping ground where we expect warm showers and a good warm dinner after a nice, but exhausting time in the desert. I have got the impression that the process of finding a peaceful way of living together, with different people, with different interests and different motivations, is still very intense and will hopefully lead to a successful end.

Baharia to Cairo
Written by support team member

We had just spent the last 3 days riding camels. At first I was scared to get on one and the sounds they make was like a prehistoric creature left over from the dinosaur age or maybe a creature from the Star Wars movies. But once I got the hang of it, it wasn’t so bad. What a great work out for not doing anything. My leg muscles still hurt. Beautiful and wonderful creatures and you get the feeling that they understand everything that is going on around them, but they just don’t care. We laughed a lot as we rode the camels as we referred to them as car models.

My engine leaked a lot, if you know what I mean? We all got up early to wrap up our tents and have breakfast to head out again towards the Libyan border. We walked out of camp, which was a beautiful one with straw hut bungalows all around, however, most of us opted to stick to our tents after we noticed huge spiders strolling around the huts. We figured at least in our own tents we were safer and more secure as we zipped ourselves in and zipped out the outside world of sand and critters. I love my tent. It’s my only chance of a bit of privacy and in the evening you can see the moon shining outside – but the moon can’t see you.

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On the road to Mersa Matruh
Written by Mohammad Azzam Alarja (Palestinian Team Member)

Today we are going from a place near Cairo to Mersa Matruh but it was a strange day for me because it’s the first day all the team wake up early its not normal for me because always there someone wake up late but in this day no body do it maybe because the weather was so bad and windy nobody can sleep good in that’s day even me but it was good for us to move early and in that day start Daniel told us about his story and what happen with him in 9-11 and when he start talk about what he see and doing suddenly I remember the first years of intefadah and what was happen in the Palestinian lands sometimes.

I see it the same sometimes and sometimes more than that’s and when Daniel told us his story baby Yahia sleep and then Daniel looked at him and he was so upset because baby Yahia sleep and that meant to him some kind of non respect to him but I am thinking he shouldn’t be upset because if that happen with me and i was tired I will sleep also after that and when we moving to Mersa Matruh in the road the assistant of the foreign minister call us and he want to meet the team but we were in the middle of the road between Cairo and Alexandria so we cant come back and meet him because we have schedule and we have to follow it so for that we cant meet him and then we complete moving to Mersa Matruh so when we going there from three day the first time I see the civilization and a big restaurant his name master and all of us run to eat hamburger and pizza after we spend two days living in the tomato and cucumber

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Mersa Matruh
Dan Sheridan

I was awakened early this morning at 5 am by the blaring prayers coming from the local mosques here in Mersa Martruch. I have now become accustomed to the incessant blaring five times a day, when we are anywhere near a local town. When I was young, I lived a block away from our local church. I remember the bells would be rung three times a day reminding us Catholics to say our prayer called the Angelus, and I used to think that was annoying. Today was a scheduled off day, well deserved. We have been running day and night for two weeks. The plan was to walk into town and take care of any personal chores. We are staying on Rommel Beach. The water on the Bay side is turquoise, I always wanted to see the Mediterrean but I felt like something was missing today because I was seeing it alone.

I think tensions are building, the little things are starting to bother me. I am very homesick, and I think this is contributing to my lack of patience. It is very normal for a group that spends a lot of time in a confined space, to start getting on each others nerves. This is in a sense very similar to how things work in the Firehouse. There we know each other so well, we can sometimes snap, over the stupidest things. Also adding to the pressure, is the Egyptian Secret Service and Police. They won’t let us breathe, every move we make is shadowed.

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El Sollum-Libyan Border
Adam Rice

We awoke from our idyllic camp on Rommel Beach in Mersa Matruh to a beautiful day. The anticipation of what lay ahead had already begun the night before, but now it was much greater. Today was the day we were going to try to make history. Today we would attempt to cross into Libya – no visas, and 3 Israelis in tow.

There was a tremendous amount of energy in the air, as if we were preparing to do battle with an unknown enemy. I had that same pumped-up feeling I used to get before a soccer game in my younger days, others were laughing and high-fiving one-another.

The night before, we had mentally prepared ourselves for a potentially long, gruelling stay at the border and decided that we were ready to camp outside of the gates until they let us in. For this battle, however, we were coming as soldiers of peace, not war.

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Libyan Border
Written by Stanford Siver (conflict resolution mediator)

The day began at midnight in the Libyan immigration and customs control zone waiting for a response from President Qadaffi that would hopefully overrule the Libyan Foreign Minister’s denial of permission for us to enter Libya with three Israelis. Despite the initial defeat our spirits were still high.

The border police were telling us that there was an eighty percent chance, enshalla (God willing) that we would get in. Who knows? How could they know?

But it felt hopeful and the Libyans were really friendly, almost unbelievably so. Warm, friendly, and hospitable; they generously gave us an open account at the tiny coffee and sandwich shop – which surprisingly had a very good Italian espresso machine that they used to foam the milk for instant Nescafe cappuccinos, the region’s sole alternative to Arabic coffee, which is coffee boiled cowboy-style with cardamom.

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Siwa Oasis
Yevgen Kozhushko

We are in the Siwa. It’s oasis in 500 km from Libian border. Population is about 22 000. We arrived here yesterday evening. That’s very unbelievable interesting place. There are many hot underground spring give the life abundant green vegetation. Very beautiful lake near with the city. Palm groves, agricultural field, island of life in the sea of sand. But there is no rescue from crowd of tourists. Shit, is there place on the planet without tourists? I hope. We are camping in “Ber Wahed”. I can see big rock on another coast of the lake. I think, I have to climb on it.

Will take the Colonel and Danny with me. They are tough guys both. Together we are real cool team. Two soldiers and one fire-fighter, shit, nobody can stop us. I think they are the best in our team. I have very good relationship with both.

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Siwa Oasis
Ray Benson

We woke to another bright sunny day at our campsite outside. After a breakfast of cereal, milk and several oranges, Yevgen, Dan and I decided to hike to a mesa mountain about 4 to 5 miles south of the campsite. We walked across sloping sand dunes to approach the mountain. As we got closer, we could see that the mountain was on the other side of a large sweetwater lake. The lake extended well to the south of the mountain so that we would have had to walk another 4 to 5 miles to go around the lake. Because we had limited time, we decided to go back to the camp by following the shore of the lake. We walked through a rich agricultural area that was adjacent to the lake. Water was pumped from the lake into paddies that contained a variety of fruits and vegetables. Local people were busily working in this area and they greeted us warmly as we passed by. We eventually arrived at the main road leading to the camp and returned to the campsite.

Back at the campsite, we headed to the hot spring spa for a nice relaxing dip. After visiting the spa, I dried off and went and had some lunch which consisted of a few pieces of tuna fish and some pita bread. Not very appetizing!

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On the road from Siwa to Baharia
Galit Oren

After 3 days in one place its difficult to leave. I feel it’s almost as leaving home…. It’s easy to get used to the “settle down” mode – no need to load, pack, unpack or build the tent for 3 days.
I’m sitting in the truck the next morning, as always waiting and don’t know why and reflecting about yesterday.

Yesterday was a great day!!!!!
It was for me a day full with new beginnings and new things.

For the first time I didn’t have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night so I slept the whole night. Great. We left the camp in Siwa around 8.30 after starting the truck that went out of battery. Again, saying goodbye to the dunes and the hot spring, spent some time in Siwa to arrange the permits for the road and buying food (the search for some vegetarian food ended as always with cookies and chocolate, I’m starting to prepare myself for a serious workout…) .the permit issue is also new – Usually the prices for locals are cheaper than the prices for tourists, here is another thing – the price of a permit for a tourist to go on the road to Baharia is 10 pounds, for an Arab citizen – $500. You know Mohamed, we will pay even a million for you…

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Off-Road between Siwa and Bahariya oasis - Campsite near El-Giza pyramides, Cairo.
Written by Gil Fogiel (Israeli Team Member)

Woke up this morning with the feeling it’s gonna be a boring day. What can happen on a day where one has to cover so many hours of driving?
But the day turned out to be one full of events.

The sky was covered by deep-gray clouds. As soon as Heinz, our driver, told me ” Its cloudy but its not going to rain” I felt the first rain drop of a rainy day, first one in six years as Yahya (our camel guide from Bahariya) told me later, upon arrival to Bahariya. It was raining all over Egypt so we had to change our plans (again) and drove trough the night arriving in Cairo at 3 a.m. Of course riding on the roof was out of the question, so at last came the opportunity to enjoy some DVD’s I brought (when we were advised to bring our own music CD’s). More on that later.

Tension between us rises. Is it fatigue, the need for some space and privacy, longing, accumulating non-solved conflicts (at the beginning one tends to forgive easier), the end of the expedition approaching or all of those reasons together?

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From Cairo to the Sinai Peninsula
Written by Mario Krsek (Video Journalist)

We woke up in little huts at a campsite near the El-Giza pyramids in Cairo where we arrived the previous night around 2:00 am. I was in a hut with Mohammad and we both were happy to have a sheltered bed and not having to put up a tent on the wet sand late at night.

The Egyptians, however, were happy and grateful for the rain, since it was the first rain shower for the past seven years in some of these regions. It was a spiritual moment for many Egyptians. Unfortunately the mosquitoes had also a reason to celebrate. They attacked us like they had nothing to eat for the past seven years.

The ones who fell asleep despite the bug invasion were punctually woken up by Yevgen who entered the huts and shook us at 8:00 am. Since the showers did not work, we saved some time and slowly got to the trucks to get ready. Neda and Galit went to town to get some pasta dishes in plastic boxes that were supposed to serve as lunch during the trip because we decided not to waste time today by having a regular meal.

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Cairo to Sharm el Sheikh
Written by Ray Benson (US Team Member)

What a day! While some of the days on our journey have been less than exciting, today was not one of them. This day had everything! An eclipse of the sun, a physical confrontation, a live video broadcast, a night in a good hotel and more!

We woke up at our campsite which was to the rear of tourist bus stop on the west side of the Sinai. Not an ideal place but it served its purpose. Four members of the Team had opted to go to a nearby hotel and they rejoined the group prior to our departure.

Evgen and I packed up our equipment and walked over to the Bus stop for a hot cup of real coffee – not Nescafe instant. Then it was back to the campsite for some breakfast and the loading of the trucks. The battery on the beige truck was dead (a frequent occurrence) so that we had pull it with the fire truck to get it started.

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Mount Sinai
Written by Heskel Nathaniel (founder of Breaking the Ice)

Waking up at 2am at the foot of Mount Sinai, preparing for the climb to the summit that we aimed to reach by sunrise to conclude the last day of our expedition, I was thinking of the moments when I left home a month ago to join this journey. I remember the look on the face of my little daughter, 5 months old, as she stared at me when I kissed her goodbye, as if she had an idea that this time I would be away for longer than usual. “Daddy goes to work” I whispered in her ear, “to try and make a better world for you to grow in”. I remembered this look on her face as I began my climb to the top of the mountain. The camera team packed the heavy equipment on the backs of the camels and with our headlamps finding the path in the dark, we slowly made our way up.

The journey, a complex mission full of highs and lows that was only a dream a year ago, is about to reach its end. I did not imagine it would drain my energy to this extent. It has been a journey full of uncertainties; a journey full of emotions that were at times fulfilled and at times unmet; a journey full of conflicts, differences, insults and even sometimes aggressions. At the same time, however, we experienced many moments of joy and happiness, laughter and support, inspiration and love. All of these feelings are a part of us after almost 30 days on the road. “Was it a success or a failure?” I asked the Director of the documentary film, Anton, last night. Before he even managed to answer my question, we both fell asleep from the long fatigue we have carried with us for many days and nights.

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