An unforgettable holiday with friends in Sharm. Part 1
I have already written about my love for package tours and mattress making. This time I went not alone, as usual, but with friends. The rest turned out to be unforgettable, and from the first minutes of the road.
Arrived at the airport - and there is fog, in 3 steps you can not see a single thing. The plane from Sharm el-Sheikh could not land in Zaporozhye, flew to Kyiv. Then he flew back, closer to 9 o'clock in the evening, and our flight was supposed to take place at 14-40. During the agonizing wait, we amused ourselves as best we could, mainly by drinking alcoholic beverages. By the time of landing, almost all the passengers of the flight had not knitted bast, and they did not want to let our gop company on the plane at all. They built it in front of the ladder and began to read morals, they say, how did you manage to get so drunk. We swore an oath to behave decently, and they let us fly away.
We arrived in Sharm El Sheikh already after midnight, the staff was friendly, light snacks were waiting for us in the rooms. The hotel was called Sol Y Mar Naama Bay. The hotel is small, on the third line. There is a shuttle to the beach, or they give passes to the beach of another hotel, where you need to weave for 10-15 minutes. Both beaches are lousy, and the long-distance transfer is generally terrible, so we spent most of the time by the pool. Warm, beautiful and a bar is always nearby))
Good near the pool)))
The beach was gorgeous, its inhabitants too))
Well, you could sunbathe))
But it's boring to sit by the pool for a long time, so Dinka and I went on an excursion. They said it was beautiful there. Safari, camels, sea, swimming, lunch and a visit to the wonderful city of Dahab.
Traditionally, in these excursions one shit is shown. In Turkey - lamb and cow, in Thailand - elephant and monkey, well, in Egypt - camel, respectively.
They picked us up from the hotel in the morning, loaded us into a minibus of dubious cleanliness, filled the bus with Arabs on the way (they also wanted to ride camels) and took us on a safari. On the way, they unloaded near a type of cafe to visit the toilet . . "There will be no more toilets! " our guide told us. I had to go. The toilet was creepy, the selfies turned out cute.
Lock selfie, where would we be without it?
It's generally beautiful there
You can tuck in))
Drink coffee and look at people))
After this colorful stop with Dinka, as representatives of national minorities, they were "evicted" to the driver's cab. The guide kept talking with the Arabs, he only deigned to tell us that 95 percent of the territory of Egypt is uninhabitable, and that 90% of the population lives on 5% of "normal" land, the rest of the territory is occupied by Bedouins. Bedouins live almost in cardboard boxes, in poverty and dirt. And although the Egyptian government has equipped schools in most of their settlements, provided electricity and water, the Bedouins do not want to study. This is how they live.
The road to Dahab. Scorched earth.
Before the safari, we were transferred back to the salon, in front of us sat the head of an Arab family with a son of 8-9 years old. The guide, grimacing merrily, explained to us that the honorable gentleman could become unwell: "When grandfather starts belching like a camel, it will stink badly. "
Safari - well, that's it... We rode for 10 minutes, then walked between red and yellow rugged rocks. I took a picture of a camel thorn, a stone painted by the inhabitants of Tagil, and some other sparse vegetation. On the red rock, we were shown a type of golden blotches. I rubbed it with my hand - the usual yellow dust, but from a distance it really looks like gold. And on the stone sat a sad Bedouin. Apparently, he also went on an excursion, for the whole day he was an eyesore to us at every stop.
Bedouin settlement
Vegetation
More vegetation
Me and vegetation)))
Modern rock art.
Golden dust on that mountain))
Inspiring landscape
From the mountains and the desert we were taken to the sea, to the Blue Lagoon. They unloaded from the bus, ordered to leave all things in the car and put everyone on camels.
We got to the sea!
Of course, it's gorgeous, on the left - the mountains, on the right - the sea, and you are so cool, scratching along the sea coast on a ship of the desert! I want to say that camel riding is not fun for the faint of heart. The fact that the camel stinks, like a shitty goldsmith, is half the trouble. This is a tall animal, under 2 meters. Falling from it onto sharp stones is a dubious pleasure. The drovers led the group quickly, sometimes the camels ran at a trot. We shook and jumped, convulsively clinging to the pommel of the camel "saddle", screaming in fear and laughing nervously. Gadgets flew out from some of the pockets. We got off the camels completely stunned, with bruised asses and wild eyes. "You can't have a lot of camel for a man! " our guide grinned. This terrible adventure brought us a little closer to our Arabs, they stopped looking askance at us, but only smiled forcedly.
-Camel killed me!
- Me too!
To be continued. . .
