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EGYPT. REST or TRAVEL?
We didn't want to go to Egypt. During these years, it became for the Russians something like a nearby dacha. Well, who hasn't been there? And to visit places where only the lazy have not been, well, it’s not interesting ...And yet, a friend persuaded us: enough, de, in buses, shaking around European cities and villages. Get some rest. And we went in search of a tour operator and a suitable offer. To say that we were very well served at TEZTURE would be an understatement. They did not try to give us a puffy horse for an Oryol trotter, but they competently told us about the advantages or disadvantages of this or that tour. If we all worked like this in our places, then Russia would not be ... , uh, what can I say.
In general, we stayed at a 5-star hotel called Al Nabila Grand Bay Makadi…
Price arranged: 17 thousand per nose (all inclusive, bungalow), the rest is in place.
The flight itself from March, snowy and still freezing Murmansk to sultry Africa, was fleeting, and therefore I will not stop your attention on it.
And here we are in Hurghada. Everything around, as in the song of Vladimir Semyonovich “...it reminded me of the Indo-Pakistani incident”, reminded me of the foothills of the Tien Shan near Tashkent, where I crawled, climbed, walked all the surrounding places: Brichmulla, sung by Vizbor, Charvak, Pargos, etc. Us met, put on a bus and began to deliver to the hotels of Hurghada and distant villages. We were at the gallery. But then it turned out how beautiful! However, disappointment never visited us during our entire stay in Egypt.
Even when I managed to forget the white suit on the bus of another travel agency (to the credit of the guys from TEZTUR, they found it and brought it to my hotel a couple of days later, just in time for the moment when it became necessary), even some trifle tried to overshadow our admiration for the rest, the service, the treatment of us… No! Everything was wonderful! And it is very good that we succumbed to the persuasion of Tony, a connoisseur of holidays in Egypt.
And so from the hall we were taken with our things to bungalow No. 1619, where we opened our mouths in admiration: a large hall, a TV, a safe, a huge bed, three armchairs, a table, a bathroom, a shower room ...but the most tsimus is that you open the doors from the bedroom and you are already in the yard, where there is a table, a few chairs ...Oh, if you would go there with your company, we would arrange this!
An hour later, all the arrivals were gathered to decide on excursions. And that's why I put this question in the title.
Tonya completely denied all travel in order to calmly splash in this wonderful, beautiful sea. But we could not resist the tempting offer to go to Cairo and Alexandria. There was an option, short and cheap - a trip to Cairo and a mustache. It's great that my wife and I did not chase cheapness! For without Alexandria, without getting to know this legendary city, without visiting the iconic places of this oasis, the impression of the trip would be blurred.
Well, then there was lunch: eat-drink-I don’t want to! We are not whimsical at all and are not demanding in food, service, therefore, probably, we were delighted with any trifle, which cannot be said about the neighbor on the table, who came from the “ridden Ukraine” and was indignant every minute either by one, in her opinion, imperfection, or others. We even tried to get rid of her neighborhood at first: we moved to other tables, but she, entering the restaurant, looked for us with her eyes, and sat down.
By the time of the trip to Egypt, I only remembered “niht shissen” and “hyunde hoch” from the school curriculum. But after two days, literally, without a textbook and a dictionary, he began to build phrases that were quite understandable to his counterpart. And I used PARTICIP ZWEI und PLUSGUAMPERFEKT quite competently. Even after returning, we did not stop communicating and began to correspond, share news. Gerhard soon got a new car. Ilona changed jobs. Lola entered the technical school. Lord, yes everything is like with us! And there was also communication on the beach with the Italians. When I invited them to write “Bela, chao” in my song book, half the beach began to sing it in chorus, remembering one verse, then another. I then compared this recording with the one I made many years ago from the Dean Reed record - I discovered an abyss of errors. And dinner with a group of older Canadians? ! They entered the restaurant and it was clear that they did not find a place for themselves. Mashenka and I were sitting at a huge table together, on the podium (a sort of VIP corner).
Masha, seeing that they did not dare to disturb us, offered to sit down herself. It turned out that they speak French, and all the days I carried with me a Russian-French phrasebook and a book “comlete idiot, s guide to”, which translates as “tutorial for idiots”. Well, I decided to do self-study of this wonderful language! Yes, even hung on the songs of Joe Dassin. So at the table it turned out to be a rather tolerable conversation with a performance, again in chorus (we were looked at from neighboring tables with interest) of a song that I had already learned by that time, “Et si tu n’existais pas”
ET SI TU N'EXISTAIS PAS Joe Dassin Hm Em
Et si tu n'existais pas dis-moi pourquoi j'existerais
Em6 F# Hm
Pour traоner dans un monde sans toi sans espoir et sans regret
Hm Em
Et si tu n'existais pas j'essaierais d'inventer l'amour
Em6 A7D
Comme un peintre qui voit sous ses doigts naë tre les couleurs du jour
F#
Et qui n'en revient pas
Et si tu n'existais pas dis-moi pour qui j'existerais
Des passantes endormies dans mes bras que je n'aimerais jamais
Et si tu n'existais pas je ne serais qu'un point de plus
Dans ce monde qui vient et qui va je me sentirais perdu
J'aurais besoin de toi
Hm Em Hm Em A7 Dm Gm
Et si tu n'existais pas dis-moi comment j'existerais
Gm6 A7 Dm
Je pourrais faire semblant d'ktre moi mais je ne serais pas vrai
Dm Gm
Et si tu n'existais pas je crois que je l'aurais trouve
Gm6 C F
Le secret de la vie, le pourquoi simplement pour te creer
A7
Et pour te regarder Hm Em
Mm...Et si tu n'existais pas...
How they clapped for us… And I already started to memorize “SALUT” in those days. But he wasn't ready to do it. It turned out to be a farewell dinner for two lovely elderly couples from Canada, he'lns!
With pleasure and with OUR shared impressions, joys, discoveries. And our compatriots shared their advice with us, suggested what every Russian in Egypt should know. So one Tatar married couple from Neftekamsk saved his wife from a burn by offering her own sunscreen, rejecting the one we bought in Moscow. And Damir made me almost swim in a mask. How I resisted! De and so everything is visible, what a transparent water! But he did. I dressed...!!! ! ! ! It was a shock that I had not experienced in a long time. Abyss! The real BEAUTY! And all this is a piece of glass in rubber! And I was going to stay without a mask for the whole vacation. Needless to say, the very next day we went to Hurghada to buy a mask and what these nice people advised me to buy more (and these are cotton T-shirts, hibiscus tea, hookah and all sorts of trifles, as they say in Tashkent, shara-bar) .
They left before us. We followed them. We took pictures.
We exchanged addresses. I took a picture of the evening sunset with my camera ...I think there is still time for mine. Shish! Carpe diam - seize the moment - the Latins said a thousand years ago. And they were right! Neither the next day, nor in all subsequent days, I did not receive SUCH a sunset! Although I took hundreds of pictures. Looking ahead, I regret that after returning, I only managed to print pictures from the card to my album, for Gerhard and Damir. And when I transferred it to the computer, after deleting the pictures from the card, the computer motherboard burned out and only a few photos were preserved in electronic form, which I first, by mistake, sent to another site.
Yes, the lagoon on Makadi Bay is unique. Boats sailed to us from Hurghada, and people dived and admired THIS MIRACLE - corals, fish, the bottom ...But once during the whole vacation they got this pleasure. And I - EVERY DAY! ! !
And then there was a trip to the desert. Called the Germans.
Ilona immediately refused, Gerhard reached the beginning of the sands ...I do not blame him. This is for me, a Tashkent boy, the sands of the desert are not a wonder, and therefore they are not terrible. Not dedicated...
There was nothing outside of our pioneer camp. DESERT! Here is the resourcefulness and ingenuity of these Africans: from scratch - dollars are mined! It's a shame that in Russia they can't put the tourism business on its feet. As if in our deck, except for the Tretyakov Gallery and the Hermitage, there are no trump cards!
Masha went to the morning "dances" conducted by animators a couple of times. Bullshit. And I played volleyball several times as part of an international team with local boys from the servants. Their leader, an impudent, fidgety shket, but dexterous, like a monkey (what balls he managed to “get”, you will admire), he was nicknamed Tshombe (and the nickname stuck to him). We understood each other on a telepathic level, I guess. Antipathy, like sympathy, is acutely felt.
We competed in everything. Until the last hour of my stay in Egypt. And even if at first we didn’t have a well-played team, but then we – a German, me, two Benders, an Italian and a Minsker hit them so hard that my Tshombe twisted on the navel, and we won over and over again. And I, the bastard, when it was served, made jokes that the whole beach laughed at. Well, how did they understand my tongue-tied Russian?
About a trip to Cairo, dirty and somewhat similar to Tashkent (so similar that many words and concepts converge), I would not tell much. About this on any tourist site - wagons of impressions. Yes, the Pyramids. But, alas, they didn't. The Sphinx, the city itself, the careless construction of houses, the oriental bazaar… And the national museum…. For a long time I convinced our guide that it was immoral to expose your dead to strangers. So what, what are sarcophagi? Yes, dig up a dozen of our ghouls from Rublyovka ...they will give yours another hundred points ahead.
True, he took me away as Vladimir Ilyich. I had nothing to say to that. After all, I also stand on the position that the mortal body should rest in the ground or, at the very least, be burned. And we have been suffering with this mausoleum for decades….
But then there was Alexandria! Entrance to the evening city. Night walk. And in the morning swimming in the Mediterranean Sea. Excursion around the city. And the amphitheater? ! When you recite something and hear yourself without any equipment!! ! !
Night! A magical night at the SCHERATON hotel! Yes, there is something to remember. It remains to wish those who read these lines to enjoy everything that a trip to "abroad" gives us! Thank you for your attention! Regards GAVROCH
P. S.
OUR IN AFRICA
I
B Al Nabila Grand Makadi
After northern spring
I came with my wife, with Nadia.
Coming back without my wife
For hookah, tobacco and coal,
And twenty-five camels
I left it to a friend.
Laden Ben is my friend's name.
Now let him Nadyushka
Explains who is here
Knock out teeth, let the yushka,
On a broom will start to fly.
And then hookah and coal,
And twenty-five camels
Laden will give me a friend,
To take his wife again ...
It's far, very far - the Red Sea, corals.
Suliko dances a belly dance, they smoke a hookah, listening to Alla.
This is Egypt, guys, Hurghada is a country of children's dreams.
For long work, our reward is a sea of tears.
II
And, having swum in two seas,
Scaring the Arabs
Nadyushka and I "Oh" yes "AH"
They ate all the hedgehogs* and crabs...
And to the museum Cairo shasht ...
But from our photo blitzes
This passion began
There were mummies in the tombs...
chorus.
III
We are being expelled with Nadyushka.
Hey guys, here's the problem!
Raising cows and pigs again...
When should we rest?
We are so eager with her
Look around the earth...
Selling pigs...
We need to fly into space!
chorus: in the meantime ....it's far, very far ...
(*meaning, of course, sea urchins)
We didn't want to go to Egypt. During these years, it became for the Russians something like a nearby dacha. Well, who hasn't been there? And to visit places where only the lazy have not been, well, it’s not interesting ...And yet, a friend persuaded us: enough, de, in buses, shaking around European cities and villages. Get some rest. And we went in search of a tour operator and a suitable offer. To say that we were very well served at TEZTURE would be an understatement. They did not try to give us a puffy horse for an Oryol trotter, but they competently told us about the advantages or disadvantages of this or that tour. If we all worked like this in our places, then Russia would not be ... , uh, what can I say.
In general, we stayed at a 5-star hotel called Al Nabila Grand Bay Makadi…
Price arranged: 17 thousand per nose (all inclusive, bungalow), the rest is in place.
The flight itself from March, snowy and still freezing Murmansk to sultry Africa, was fleeting, and therefore I will not stop your attention on it.
And here we are in Hurghada. Everything around, as in the song of Vladimir Semyonovich “...it reminded me of the Indo-Pakistani incident”, reminded me of the foothills of the Tien Shan near Tashkent, where I crawled, climbed, walked all the surrounding places: Brichmulla, sung by Vizbor, Charvak, Pargos, etc. Us met, put on a bus and began to deliver to the hotels of Hurghada and distant villages. We were at the gallery. But then it turned out how beautiful! However, disappointment never visited us during our entire stay in Egypt.
Even when I managed to forget the white suit on the bus of another travel agency (to the credit of the guys from TEZTUR, they found it and brought it to my hotel a couple of days later, just in time for the moment when it became necessary), even some trifle tried to overshadow our admiration for the rest, the service, the treatment of us… No! Everything was wonderful! And it is very good that we succumbed to the persuasion of Tony, a connoisseur of holidays in Egypt.
And so from the hall we were taken with our things to bungalow No. 1619, where we opened our mouths in admiration: a large hall, a TV, a safe, a huge bed, three armchairs, a table, a bathroom, a shower room ...but the most tsimus is that you open the doors from the bedroom and you are already in the yard, where there is a table, a few chairs ...Oh, if you would go there with your company, we would arrange this!
An hour later, all the arrivals were gathered to decide on excursions. And that's why I put this question in the title.
Tonya completely denied all travel in order to calmly splash in this wonderful, beautiful sea. But we could not resist the tempting offer to go to Cairo and Alexandria. There was an option, short and cheap - a trip to Cairo and a mustache. It's great that my wife and I did not chase cheapness! For without Alexandria, without getting to know this legendary city, without visiting the iconic places of this oasis, the impression of the trip would be blurred.
Well, then there was lunch: eat-drink-I don’t want to! We are not whimsical at all and are not demanding in food, service, therefore, probably, we were delighted with any trifle, which cannot be said about the neighbor on the table, who came from the “ridden Ukraine” and was indignant every minute either by one, in her opinion, imperfection, or others. We even tried to get rid of her neighborhood at first: we moved to other tables, but she, entering the restaurant, looked for us with her eyes, and sat down.
By the time of the trip to Egypt, I only remembered “niht shissen” and “hyunde hoch” from the school curriculum. But after two days, literally, without a textbook and a dictionary, he began to build phrases that were quite understandable to his counterpart. And I used PARTICIP ZWEI und PLUSGUAMPERFEKT quite competently. Even after returning, we did not stop communicating and began to correspond, share news. Gerhard soon got a new car. Ilona changed jobs. Lola entered the technical school. Lord, yes everything is like with us! And there was also communication on the beach with the Italians. When I invited them to write “Bela, chao” in my song book, half the beach began to sing it in chorus, remembering one verse, then another. I then compared this recording with the one I made many years ago from the Dean Reed record - I discovered an abyss of errors. And dinner with a group of older Canadians? ! They entered the restaurant and it was clear that they did not find a place for themselves. Mashenka and I were sitting at a huge table together, on the podium (a sort of VIP corner).
Masha, seeing that they did not dare to disturb us, offered to sit down herself. It turned out that they speak French, and all the days I carried with me a Russian-French phrasebook and a book “comlete idiot, s guide to”, which translates as “tutorial for idiots”. Well, I decided to do self-study of this wonderful language! Yes, even hung on the songs of Joe Dassin. So at the table it turned out to be a rather tolerable conversation with a performance, again in chorus (we were looked at from neighboring tables with interest) of a song that I had already learned by that time, “Et si tu n’existais pas”
ET SI TU N'EXISTAIS PAS Joe Dassin Hm Em
Et si tu n'existais pas dis-moi pourquoi j'existerais
Em6 F# Hm
Pour traоner dans un monde sans toi sans espoir et sans regret
Hm Em
Et si tu n'existais pas j'essaierais d'inventer l'amour
Em6 A7D
Comme un peintre qui voit sous ses doigts naë tre les couleurs du jour
F#
Et qui n'en revient pas
Et si tu n'existais pas dis-moi pour qui j'existerais
Des passantes endormies dans mes bras que je n'aimerais jamais
Et si tu n'existais pas je ne serais qu'un point de plus
Dans ce monde qui vient et qui va je me sentirais perdu
J'aurais besoin de toi
Hm Em Hm Em A7 Dm Gm
Et si tu n'existais pas dis-moi comment j'existerais
Gm6 A7 Dm
Je pourrais faire semblant d'ktre moi mais je ne serais pas vrai
Dm Gm
Et si tu n'existais pas je crois que je l'aurais trouve
Gm6 C F
Le secret de la vie, le pourquoi simplement pour te creer
A7
Et pour te regarder Hm Em
Mm...Et si tu n'existais pas...
How they clapped for us… And I already started to memorize “SALUT” in those days. But he wasn't ready to do it. It turned out to be a farewell dinner for two lovely elderly couples from Canada, he'lns!
With pleasure and with OUR shared impressions, joys, discoveries. And our compatriots shared their advice with us, suggested what every Russian in Egypt should know. So one Tatar married couple from Neftekamsk saved his wife from a burn by offering her own sunscreen, rejecting the one we bought in Moscow. And Damir made me almost swim in a mask. How I resisted! De and so everything is visible, what a transparent water! But he did. I dressed...!!! ! ! ! It was a shock that I had not experienced in a long time. Abyss! The real BEAUTY! And all this is a piece of glass in rubber! And I was going to stay without a mask for the whole vacation. Needless to say, the very next day we went to Hurghada to buy a mask and what these nice people advised me to buy more (and these are cotton T-shirts, hibiscus tea, hookah and all sorts of trifles, as they say in Tashkent, shara-bar) .
They left before us. We followed them. We took pictures.
We exchanged addresses. I took a picture of the evening sunset with my camera ...I think there is still time for mine. Shish! Carpe diam - seize the moment - the Latins said a thousand years ago. And they were right! Neither the next day, nor in all subsequent days, I did not receive SUCH a sunset! Although I took hundreds of pictures. Looking ahead, I regret that after returning, I only managed to print pictures from the card to my album, for Gerhard and Damir. And when I transferred it to the computer, after deleting the pictures from the card, the computer motherboard burned out and only a few photos were preserved in electronic form, which I first, by mistake, sent to another site.
Yes, the lagoon on Makadi Bay is unique. Boats sailed to us from Hurghada, and people dived and admired THIS MIRACLE - corals, fish, the bottom ...But once during the whole vacation they got this pleasure. And I - EVERY DAY! ! !
And then there was a trip to the desert. Called the Germans.
Ilona immediately refused, Gerhard reached the beginning of the sands ...I do not blame him. This is for me, a Tashkent boy, the sands of the desert are not a wonder, and therefore they are not terrible. Not dedicated...
There was nothing outside of our pioneer camp. DESERT! Here is the resourcefulness and ingenuity of these Africans: from scratch - dollars are mined! It's a shame that in Russia they can't put the tourism business on its feet. As if in our deck, except for the Tretyakov Gallery and the Hermitage, there are no trump cards!
Masha went to the morning "dances" conducted by animators a couple of times. Bullshit. And I played volleyball several times as part of an international team with local boys from the servants. Their leader, an impudent, fidgety shket, but dexterous, like a monkey (what balls he managed to “get”, you will admire), he was nicknamed Tshombe (and the nickname stuck to him). We understood each other on a telepathic level, I guess. Antipathy, like sympathy, is acutely felt.
We competed in everything. Until the last hour of my stay in Egypt. And even if at first we didn’t have a well-played team, but then we – a German, me, two Benders, an Italian and a Minsker hit them so hard that my Tshombe twisted on the navel, and we won over and over again. And I, the bastard, when it was served, made jokes that the whole beach laughed at. Well, how did they understand my tongue-tied Russian?
About a trip to Cairo, dirty and somewhat similar to Tashkent (so similar that many words and concepts converge), I would not tell much. About this on any tourist site - wagons of impressions. Yes, the Pyramids. But, alas, they didn't. The Sphinx, the city itself, the careless construction of houses, the oriental bazaar… And the national museum…. For a long time I convinced our guide that it was immoral to expose your dead to strangers. So what, what are sarcophagi? Yes, dig up a dozen of our ghouls from Rublyovka ...they will give yours another hundred points ahead.
True, he took me away as Vladimir Ilyich. I had nothing to say to that. After all, I also stand on the position that the mortal body should rest in the ground or, at the very least, be burned. And we have been suffering with this mausoleum for decades….
But then there was Alexandria! Entrance to the evening city. Night walk. And in the morning swimming in the Mediterranean Sea. Excursion around the city. And the amphitheater? ! When you recite something and hear yourself without any equipment!! ! !
Night! A magical night at the SCHERATON hotel! Yes, there is something to remember. It remains to wish those who read these lines to enjoy everything that a trip to "abroad" gives us! Thank you for your attention! Regards GAVROCH
P. S.
OUR IN AFRICA
I
B Al Nabila Grand Makadi
After northern spring
I came with my wife, with Nadia.
Coming back without my wife
For hookah, tobacco and coal,
And twenty-five camels
I left it to a friend.
Laden Ben is my friend's name.
Now let him Nadyushka
Explains who is here
Knock out teeth, let the yushka,
On a broom will start to fly.
And then hookah and coal,
And twenty-five camels
Laden will give me a friend,
To take his wife again ...
It's far, very far - the Red Sea, corals.
Suliko dances a belly dance, they smoke a hookah, listening to Alla.
This is Egypt, guys, Hurghada is a country of children's dreams.
For long work, our reward is a sea of tears.
II
And, having swum in two seas,
Scaring the Arabs
Nadyushka and I "Oh" yes "AH"
They ate all the hedgehogs* and crabs...
And to the museum Cairo shasht ...
But from our photo blitzes
This passion began
There were mummies in the tombs...
chorus.
III
We are being expelled with Nadyushka.
Hey guys, here's the problem!
Raising cows and pigs again...
When should we rest?
We are so eager with her
Look around the earth...
Selling pigs...
We need to fly into space!
chorus: in the meantime ....it's far, very far ...
(*meaning, of course, sea urchins)
Translated automatically from Russian. View original
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