We woke up bright and early, had some breakfast and packed up camp. We had a final wonder round (I had another dump, reminded me of gone off oxtail soup) and then started the drive back to Bahariya. We stopped off at black mountain, a large hill which me and Ellen climbed, and later learnt that it was 41degreees so were pleased with our impressive effort. The journey back didn't seem to take as long, we had lunch before being driven to our bus which would take us the five hours back to Cairo. I thought I would be able to stretch out since the seat next to me was empty, but then a fat egyptian man sat down, with his seven year old son on his lap. Seven year old boys on their fathers laps on a five hour bus journey aren't the best company, so I spent the journey squashed against the window being poked in the back. I was quite glad when our hostel manager Mustafa came to get us off the bus.