Египетская ссылка Egyptian link

I do not want to write much, as well as remember everything that happened to us in this wonderful place for two weeks. But I want to say a huge thank you to all the Russian guys who "rested" with us at that time - nowhere else and never felt so strongly that "Russians do not leave their own in the war. " Tyumen, Yekaterinburg, Samara, Domodedovo, Podolsk, Kursk, Ufa, Salavat, Surgut, Perm, Uglich. . . and sorry if I forgot someone : )
After exhausting work, they did not make any special claims to rest. I just wanted "the sea, the elephant, white sand... " and further down the line.
Arrived on Saturday. Expensive! NEVER (!!!! ) choose Saturday departures! The tiny airport of Hurghada, which received 27 flights at the same time, looked like a Jewish ghetto in 1942. The confusion with the luggage smoothly turned into chaos near the buses: the lists were already mixed up, the buses left without waiting for the passengers, the TEZ-Turovites were nervous. Crying kids, freaking dads, screaming moms and, against this background, grandpas, confusedly rolling their grannies back and forth in wheelchairs. The play of the absurd "We came to rest. " This was experienced stoically: just some 50 minutes of waiting in the heat.

But at the hotel they decided to settle us in a stunning room. "Sea View" - proudly told us. If we then knew that the notorious "Sea View" means ATTENTION!! ! - an Egyptian unfinished building gaping with empty eye sockets, on two floors of which, all the time of our rest, sheets and pillowcases were hung, and a garbage dump proudly spread out in front of it. Needless to say, we no longer had the strength to beg for a new number. They lived like this. Bugs, mosquitoes lived cheerfully, in a friendly way with us, and downstairs on the street that separates our building from the garbage heap - a rat.
A separate song about the furniture in the room. On the second day, the door from the closet fell off the neighbors, from the bed of my friend every time she tried to roll over on the other side in a dream, the back fell off with a roar... Someone asked about the presence of a hair dryer in the room ? ! I beg of you! There was no hot water as a class, over time they got used to masochizing with cold.
I will make a reservation that all these charms concern only the old buildings, in the small new one - in the room of our friends - everything was much more decent. Anyway, there was a hair dryer.
A lot of special joy was brought by the trip by sea, which for some reason took 40 minutes by bus through the desert at a speed that made your ears pop. The journey itself took place on a ship that can be called by any word, except for the proud word "yacht". The poor, flimsy boat shook and tossed on the waves so furiously that in half an hour all the sun loungers were littered with groaning bodies. Around them, the Egyptians jumped merrily, trying to molest the survivors. I don't want to dwell on the fire in the hold, the broken engine, and our hasty evacuation.
The animators were also surprised, folk Egyptian dances performed by girls from Vinnitsa are a separate aesthetic pleasure.
Everything written is far from everything that happened to us.
In general, thanks again to our new friends from the cities and towns of Russia, thanks to whom we still had a rest, no matter what. As befits Russian people.
In any case, we had so much fun that the owner of the hotel persistently offered us a job : )