Hey guys, I’ve got a wild travel story that I’ve been itching to share with you all. So, a couple of years back, life was throwing a ton of stress my way with family drama and work stuff. But hey, I finally had some extra cash and decided it was time to treat myself. So, I jetted off to Egypt for an all-inclusive getaway. Now, when I travel, I like to avoid the typical touristy spots and seek out unique adventures.
One day, while browsing through Atlas Obscura, I stumbled upon this gem called the ‘End of the World Cinema’ – an abandoned outdoor movie theater smack in the middle of the desert. I was immediately hooked and knew I had to check it out. The only hiccup? Figuring out how to get there. I can’t drive, so I enlisted a taxi driver, explained my plan, and set up a meet for the next day.
Next morning rolls around, and a different cabbie shows up – no biggie, right? We hit the road, with me trying to communicate our destination through Google Translate. Along the way, this driver, let’s call him Madi, shares his life story – he’s a family man from Cairo, working hard in Sharm El Sheikh to support his newborn son Ibrahim. That’s dedication.
After a half-hour drive and some border shenanigans, we’re deep in the desert when Madi’s phone rings. It’s his boss, flipping out and demanding we turn back. Turns out, the boss wants more cash for the trip, which I promptly shut down. Madi, on the other hand, reveals his disdain for his boss and we press on – gotta love his rebel spirit!
Off-road, surrounded by desert trash, we try to locate the cinema. We stumble upon a humble desert dwelling where two teens offer us bread by a fire. The older lad hops in our ride, guiding us through the sandy terrain. Eventually, we end up at their makeshift abode, where a warm-hearted woman welcomes us with tea.
In our chat, she reveals the cinema’s no more, dismantled by the authorities. The family, living off the grid, shares their simple, happy life with us. Their generosity and contentment despite their circumstances hit me hard, putting my own issues in perspective.
As we bid farewell and head back, Madi offers money to the family, which they kindly refuse. Back at the hotel, we