They say that a trip is lived 3 times: when you plan it, when you live it and when you remember it. And it’s so real! This is how Kevin Valdivia experienced it, when in November 2022 he took a plane from Chile to Cairo to be part of our group trip to this magical destination.

Kevin is one of those people who vibrate with every pore of his skin during a trip. His energy filled us with life and he made us surprise ourselves again with everything we saw, because he somehow didn’t make us see it differently, he gave us a new look. And it is precisely that that fills our hearts on each trip we make, in each group we take to discover the world and in each person who shines and begins to spread their wings in the midst of a new adventure.

In this text, Kevin speaks to us with heartfelt and beautiful words, about what his experience was like on this trip: a dream called Egypt.

A dream called Egypt – Travel testimony by Kevin Valdivia

“What! But what does Egypt have!?…”

Remembering a friend’s call at three in the morning while you were at work. After an eternal silence, the words escaped from my mouth: “I want to travel to Egypt next year” and the respective questions rained down like “yes I did my homework”, which I answered with a big “I don’t know, I just know I’ll be there next year.” The more I read and found out, the more distant it became, the language, the customs, the currency, among other excuses that tasted like sugar to my mind.

The more the path was forged, the question was repeated: “What does Egypt have?”

And the answer sounded illogical: “because it’s my dream.”

“I didn’t know I was in Egypt until I saw them”

There they were, colossal and imposing, ancient and silent. So many photos, documentaries, videos did not prepare me to see them, to feel how a mixture of sensations invaded my body. Going inside only reaffirmed my love for archeology and ancient civilizations, it was bringing that child who read books about ruins and dinosaurs, who made his imagination fly with the descriptions of their columns, where he explored them, where he knew more names of gods than apostles, where…

…all my thoughts were interrupted with a phrase “…and this is only the first day.”

“Before taking the photos, give me ten minutes to contemplate the place…”

Egypt showed us what a chaotic and unpunctual city is with its roads full of cars that did not respect order, making it a matter of attitude to be able to cross a street without traffic lights and the crowds of people that crowded the entire place.

A few hours before dawn I witnessed how human laws do not compare to the laws of faith. Being able to appreciate the synchronization of the entire traffic flow stopping to pray at dawn, feeling how an entire city stopped to pray, how an entire city was trapped in time, in a certain way we just have different approaches.

Despite having spent a couple of days, he was still impressed by the magnificence of this place, although in this case it was not its ancient culture, but contemplating the rise of the balloons was something hypnotic. Then leave aside the aspect of social networks, photos, videos, everything that encompasses our current society. Just dedicate this moment to floating with my music, my vision and my breathing.

“He’s complaining about getting up early to go to the Luxor…”

The awareness of being and not being, how many times do we find ourselves in a situation where we only see a complaint, “I got up early one weekend”, “I arrived for…”, “I’m here for…”, when we only see the complaint, the panorama becomes cloudy, tasteless, colorless. Life itself deals with nuances, it is never an absolute black or a radiant white, they are margins of gray in which we move, when a day is cloudy for fifteen bad minutes, we deny the rest. On the contrary, when it was only five minutes of respite from an incessant war, we highlight the moment above the others, regardless of the result, it is only about the colors with which you paint your reality.

“Trying to lose myself, to find myself…”

In the heart of Kan El-Kalily between vendors and smells, there is a café with hundreds of mirror eyes with their bronze frames that take you back to the time of his birth in 1773, decorated with old photographs and shisha smoke, with its exquisite concoctions, you can understand why the place inspired both writers and politicians.

If El Fishaway cafe is the eyes of the bazaar, we can say that its veins are illuminating with beautiful lights and mystical objects, where you visit places that look like real museums, unique crafts, where you will test the national sport of this country that is haggling. , coming to find from a magnet to love if you let yourself be enveloped by its aura.

The love thing happened to a friend, not to me, I’m too old for that.

Live the BALIBUTA experience too and travel to Egypt with us in our next group!

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