The Nomadic Vision

A trip to Egypt’s Black and White Deserts was nothing short of an adventure. An expedition into otherworldly landscapes, vibrant colours, and unforgettable moments.

The journey began with a six-hour car ride, one that was as much about the ride itself as it was about the destination. The road seemed to stretch forever, the heat pressing down like a thick blanket, while the barren landscape unfolded.

The desert, with its flat expanse and empty horizon, felt both immense and intimate, a world where time itself seemed to slow.

The Black Mountains: The Silent Guardians of the Desert

As we reached our destination, the first sight that struck me were the Black Mountains. These dark, jagged formations rose, scattered. They’re believed to be the remnants of volcanic activity, though they are now extinct, standing as silent guardians of the desert. I climbed one of these mountains and was rewarded with an amazing view. The landscape dotted with dozens of other similar peaks, all steeped in mystery. It was a surreal feeling, standing atop the rocky heights, looking out over a land that seemed untouched by time.

Off-Roading Over the Dunes & Sandboarding: A Rush of Adrenaline

Next came the 4×4 adventure, driving over the towering dunes that made the landscape look like a vast ocean of sand. The ride was wild and exhilarating, the car swerving and bouncing as we scaled and descended the dunes at thrilling speeds.

We stopped at one of the towering dunes, where I got to try sandboarding, something I hadn’t anticipated but found incredibly fun. Climbing to the top of the dune was a workout in itself, but once there, the rush of speeding down the sandy slope was worth every grain of sand that got into my shoes.

The White Desert: Nature’s Sculptures

After the sandboarding fun, we made our way to the White Desert. This place was nothing short of magical. As the wind and sand had shaped the rocks over millennia, true works of art. 

One rock formation looked like an atomic bomb, while another resembled a chicken. Perhaps the most playful of all was a cluster of rocks that looked like three gelatos.

Campfire Under the Stars

As the day began to wind down, we set up camp in the heart of the desert. A campfire was lit, and we roasted chicken over the open flame.

Sitting around the fire, sipping hot tea, and sharing stories, I couldn’t help but be in awe of the stars. The night sky in the desert is like no other, crystal clear, with constellations stretching across the black expanse above. It felt like the universe was right there, just within reach.

I couldn’t bring myself to go to sleep in the tent. The night was too perfect, the stars too captivating. So, I decided to sleep under the open sky, with nothing but the cool desert breeze and the warmth of the blankets surrounding me.

The blankets were made of camel wool, so heavy that I could barely move under their weight. But it was oddly comforting, like being cocooned in nature’s embrace.

A Night to Remember

There’s something deeply peaceful about sleeping in the desert, under a sky so vast that it feels as if you are one with the earth itself. The sounds of the desert, the crackle of the fire, the whispers of the wind.