This historic, isolated town sits in a lush oasis filled with date palms and olive trees, and a central lake, in the Western Desert, a mere ten-hour drive from Cairo. Once a part of ancient Libya, approximately 25,000 people live here, seemingly with a specific dress code. The men wore white robes and strolled through the dusty streets, while the boys rode on bikes with artificial flowers sprouting from their handle bars and musical horns. The girls wore sparkly pink dresses, but the women were completely wrapped up in blue plaid clothe, and carted around on the back of donkey carts. I saw six women in total during the week. We biked through the sandy streets and salt plains on old fixed gear bikes to indulge in Fatnas Hot Springs, eat chocolate covered dates, explore old, raided tombs carved throughout the Mountain of the Dead, as well as the Temple of the Oracle (visited by Alexander the Great), the Temple of Amun, and Cleopatra's pool, and to surrounding sand dunes to test out the power of four-wheel drive and camp under thousands of silently burning stars, which created a vast solitude unlike any other.