8 Reasons why I hate being a Pharmacist in Sharm el Sheikh, Egypt
I work in a pharmacy in Sharm el Sheikh, Egypt. It is our family business/thingy: My father in a pharmacist, and so is my sister. My mother, though not a pharmacist by profession, she has 20+ years experience in running the pharmacy by now, so by now she is actually better than many ‘real’ pharmacists. And so, after high school, I was forced to follow the family trend and study pharmacy, although I knew I hated it. And now looking at the possible careers, non of them seemed to catch my attention or to promise any self satisfaction, so again I was forced to work as a retail...
Read MoreAnd then More People became as Slow as us
In the first part of the story I mentioned how the group/gang was originally created. Where a group of four slow bar walker/bar crawlers joined together, Kerstin and Leo from Germany, Brady from USA and I. Sometime later, on a sunny morning, 4 Km after Leon (a Beautiful city I’ll talk about later). We were having coffee in a bar in a small village. As usual we stayed there for SO long, some of us even drinking two cups of coffee (cafe con leche). Finally we got up, started walking, and we had to cross a street so we were waiting for the green light, when we saw Chris (The Johnnie Walker...
Read MoreGreat People of the camino – Ismael
“This guy over there I think he is Arab like you, his name is Ismael” that’s what Linda, one of the very good friends I made told me after dinner in Zubiri, my 3rd night on the Camino. “Yes, Ismael is an Arabic name!” I said happily, thinking I finally found someone Arabian. Although with my first glance at him I knew he wasn’t Arab, or atleast 100% not Egyptian! I went over and started talking to him, he was already in a conversation with a friend of ours called Chabelo but I still went to him and started talking. This is more or less how our conversation...
Read MoreHow I met my friends on the Camino de Santiago
This is actually a funny story, or maybe it is only funny for us, the group that formed and bonded out of the blue. I’ll just share it with you anyway. I started walking the first day out of Saint Jean Pied de port with the couple that I met and hitch hiked with/without from Pamplona. They were actually very fast for me, so I was generally walking alone and meeting only during the couple of breaks we took to have a snack, or drink as much water as we could; and we finally re-met in Roncesvalles where I had my first pilgrim’s menu and my first decent meal in a couple of days. The...
Read MoreInjured In The Desert
Imagine being in the middle of nowhere, you look in all directions around you and all you see is yellow sand dunes. Amazing yeah? Well it is! It is breath taking and stunning and all those words that describe beautiful places. But at some point you wish you were in a city, a place where an ambulance can reach you. Well I had that feeling for a fraction of a second when I thought I broke my spine! Luckily though, it was only a strong cramp in my back muscles. We were crossing through the desert, me and my friend from Amazigh Expeditions. We were heading to a hot spring to have a shower there....
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