That is the bike I rode for 4km into Wadi Degla. Then, the chain broke. No one had any extra bike supplies and the few wrenches and bike pump M. brought along were not going to fix it. M., being the only Egyptian between the 3 of us automatically felt like his hospitality had failed him. What to do? I just ran/pushed the bike the 9 or so km until the end.
Then, came the part M. forgot to mention: the flat bottom of the canyon came to an end. We had to carry/push/pull our 3 bikes up the side of the canyon to get to the highway (to go home). We pulled and lifted the 3 bikes up 50ft, Shoots and Ladders style. Climb up a few feet to a ledge, pass the bike up to the next person.
The other part of the trip M. couldn’t control: the taxi he arranged didn’t show up. So…we got a truck with a flatbed to pull over and hitched a ride into Maadi. The truck driver tried to apply the American tactic of speaking foreign languages: just speak your own language really loudly. In the end, we caught a cab. All was fine.
Next time, I’m skipping the bike. I’ll just run through Wadi Degla. Much less hassle and equipment.