Saharan Encounters

left the cacophony of Cairo’s traffic behind and soon found myself out on the open road headed southwest to the oasis of Bahariya. The landscape was devoid of form besides the gently rolling sand and rocks of the desert. The only objects punctuating the landscape were mobile phone towers, powered by solar panels, providing low cost internet access far into the Sahara desert. It was a comforting feeling to some and annoying for others who were trying to get away from it all. I teetered between both sides at various times. After I had my fill of the internet in Cairo, I was back