4am the phone rings. Bright as a button I answer. I wonder how many cold, grumpy, sleepy responses the wake-up man gets to his phone call. We pick up our breakfast box and are on our way by 4.30am. We are off to Abu Simbel but I’m looking forward to seeing the sunrise over the Sahara just as much.
By 6am we are well into the desert and the bus stops to give us a photography moment. Lets face it – how often do most of us get to see Sunrise in the Sahara? We alight and are hit with biting cold air. One wraps her shawl around her tighter, shivering.
A short blast of cold. The next time we would alight at Abu Simbel we would feel the heat of the day – and it wasn’t yet 8am.
In response to Cee’s Fun Foto Prompt