Alex Sinclair's Story

He looked at his surroundings. Majestic sand dunes and blinding sunlight swirled around him.

As he emerged at the top of a sand dune he saw a magnificent sight. A lush river, so beautiful he couldn’t help but stare. Egyptian farmers worked on the shore while dhows sailed by. Trees, grasses and exotic plants grew alongside it. The river sparkled as if sprinkled with stars.

Noticing how thirsty he was, he rushed down to the lake. The rich soil felt luxurious while he ran down. He walked briskly to the village. Arabic words drifted from the village to Matt. Wonderful smells, like stuffed peppers, meat, tomatoes and dukka. (An Egyptian ground nut dip.) He wandered in and immediately the conversations stopped. A man spoke to Matt in Arabic.

Matt stepped away but another person grabbed him and said, (in English surprisingly) “I see you need help.” And gave Matt a smile. And so Matt told the man about the storm, his crash, and finding himself in the Nile. The man nodded at the end of the story and then shouted at the other men in Arabic. They laughed and then nodded in unison. The next day he ran outside to find his airship newly repaired and with a new engine. The Arabics had fixed it. He thanked the Arabics and then left Egypt by air.

Alex Sinclair is from Saint John, New Brunswick