Dis half elf. Ons het die heerlikste aand met die Egiptiese gesin gehad. Gaan slaap, en nou het die polisie ons wakker gemaak.
Wat doen ons hier? Hoekom kamp ons hier? Hulle is nou met ons drie paspoorte weg, en ook die arme boer wat ons kampplek aangebied het.
Na Soedan se gasvryheid is dit sleg vir my in Egipte. Hoekom reis mens in 'n land waar die polisie jou dag en nag onder oog het en soos 'n misdadiger laat voel?
It is now half past ten. We had the most wonderful evening with the Egyptian family. We went to bed (in our tents). And now the police woke us up ...
Why are we here? Why do we camp here? They left with our three passports, and also took with the poor farmer that gave us the space to camp here.
After the hospitality enjoyed in Sudan I don't enjoy Egypt at all. Why does one travel to a country where the police keep you under surveilance the whole time and let you feel like a criminal?
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