Down to Egypt

I want to thank everyone who has supported me for the past 20 months. When I left Portugal in November 2011 with 235 euros, I never really...

Being in the sleepy town of Dahab, Sinai, on the Gulf of Aqaba, has been a healing experience. I've been here almost a month, though I...

Eline and Wilhelm come from Holland every year to spend their holiday in Dahab. They enter their sanctuary, a five star hotel on the sea, an...

Getting off the ramshackle bus from Dahab, an Italian man and his girlfriend asked if I'd like to share a taxi to the Israeli border. I ...

At the Sinai border, the East Delta bus I was on came to a halt. We were ordered off,  told to remove our luggage, and to place our bags in ...

After reading about demonstrations planned to protest President Mursi today, I take the metro to Tahrir Square. At 5pm the demonstration is ...

Last summer, near Aix en Provence in the south of France, I was walking through a village to get some food before finding a place to camp fo...

I visited Maadi Community Church yesterday. The minister, Amy, spoke about vision; about the necessity of vision to continue in our lives. W...

I saw on the news this morning an Italian Jesuit priest named Paolo Dall' Aglio. He's been trying to stop the violence in Syria. On ...

I heard a story from a friend here in Cairo. In a very poor neighborhood here, three Salafist Muslim men were riding in a small three-whee...