The sublimely isolated oasis of Siwa, on Egypt’s Libyan border, is luring a new crowd of groovy travelers (and Prince Charles too). A dispatch from the land that time forgot.
“You don’t trust me?”
It’s an hour before sunset in the dunes of the Sahara, near the oasis of Siwa in western Egypt, and our turbaned, galabia-clad driver, Abdallah Baghi, is careering our Land Rover up and down the mountains of sand, riding them like a big-wave surfer. There are three of us in the back of the car, and judging by Baghi’s sly smile, he’s happiest when he can hear all of us yelping in terror; at one point he hurtles over a peak so steep that the car’s underside slams into the crest, threatening to leave us teetering at the top, cartoon-style.Read the full story.