At the turn of the road elongated between the steep sides of the mountains suddenly appears down the village, Dahab, at the foot of the Red Sea, facing Saudi Arabia, clearly visible in the distance.
Inspiration slow and deep, a smile appears on my face still sleepy by the journey.
The taxi continues its descent, we cross the village on a chaotic road and finally follow the sea.
It's a windy day and the wild waves retain some of my thrilling desire to plunge into the intense blue water.
A short alleyway on our left. Here we are !
The small one-story hotel, crescent moon with its old wooden balconies, seems to slumber.
In the center, I enter the portal wide open. Wael raises his head, his gaze lights up and in a fast movement is found facing me with open arms. He makes me a hug that surprises me so much that I can not hide my laughter. I feel at home!
He gives me the key: room upstairs. And I have a lot of choice because at the moment I am alone in the hotel.
I go up, open the door.
My breathing stops, a shudder runs through my whole body.
Something in me trembles, my eyes are disturbed.
What I feel is indescribable.
It is an energy of love, of care that everyone here has put in this hotel, to make my room so inviting.
I have trouble receiving it, I feel overwhelmed.
Until I open my arms and inspire her with gratitude, fully!
The next day I have an appointment with Suliman, Mohammed and Ibrahim.
We ride in the Toyota jeep to a place that Mohammet has chosen. I let myself be carried.
After leaving the road of Sainte-Catherine, we go into a valley which is well known: the gazella valley, where the 4x4 is played sand dunes.
We stop at the "Kamel-point", where we take the tea inevitable. The Bedouin, in incomprehensible name, seems immutable at the foot of his fire. His swollen hands and feet bear witness to a rough life, in contrast to the softness of his voice and his gaze.
My wise eye soon noticed his animals: goats and camels resplendent with health and dogs rare but typical of the desert, Saluki.
I speak to him about it and he talks to me about the quality of the food in the desert, which astonishes me even more considering the apparent absence of grass or other plants.
This is another call to open my eyes!
We get water for our trip to our first camp, close to the "Closed-canyon".
On the trail to the Hodra oase, we enter a small valley, leading to a plain of a few hundred meters, surrounded by steep cliffs.
Ibrahim and Souliman help us to land our belongings and they leave us.
The car disappears, Mohammed is sitting next to me.
Silence deafening, a look between men without words.
Then shared, heart to heart, intimate, open. Direct conversation.
Feeling of being at the right place, with the right person, at the right time.