Zina K

I don’t know what is about travel … it’s kinda mindless at times. And it’s aptly names vacating. My brain was/is vacuous … I remember this experience but if you ask me where is this whose tomb etc … I don’t remember sh*t. I know how my day was, the trek to it, the friends I spoke to while I was at this place the food, my driver and guide who were fasting and that Egypt was eyeballs from the moment I stepped foot on its ground