А так хотелось прлсто тихо отдохнуть... And so I wanted to just relax quietly ...

A little doubted what genre to attribute the review to - action or adventure. . Let there be adventures, after all, everything ended well and we returned home, thanks to the Guardian Angel! concerts on the nose (she sings with me). This time I decided to cheat and the trick was a success - my mother was packing her suitcase. Everything was decided literally in a matter of minutes - as soon as the operator confirmed the reservation, I send SMS to my friend in Chelyabinsk, I fly out to the 26th Sonesta Hotel. After a couple of hours I get an answer - everything has faded at work, I'm flying with you! Hooray! We flew out on the same day, we arrived in the morning, Sveta in the afternoon. When we checked in, I left a letter for Sveta at the reception, in which room we were. Sveta asked to give a room nearby, the guys arranged everything and without any additional payments. Well, except for a bribe two Alenka chocolates invested in our passports. The weather for all eleven days was unstable - the sun, then the whole sky was covered with gray clouds. It’s frankly cool in the shade, the sand is icy under the fungus, and in the sun 25-30. The water is 23 at a depth, near the shore it is cool in the morning, but warms up by 11. We have been swimming since 9 o'clock. I advise you to take a thin sports jacket - it was in it that we went for breakfast and in the evening from the beach the same thing went in it, because. as soon as the sun goes down behind the Sinai mountains, it immediately becomes cold. In the evenings, they wore thin blouses and leather jackets. This is to the fact that what they write that in Egypt this year an abnormally cold winter is pure truth. In the room, the air conditioner was turned on for heat and we slept under two blankets. This was from January 26 to February 5. But the sun does not burn, but gently warms and we tanned like chocolates. On the third day, the insidious all-inclusive hit my mother in the stomach and she did not go to dinner, asking to bring her a couple of buns. I asked the waiter about the buns, he invited the manager, together they asked what was the matter, explained and what do you think, the guys brought me a potion for my mother - three limes (squeeze juice), three packs of honey, pour everything into a glass, pour boiling water, drink hot-mom was like a cucumber in the morning. This is about the staff - most of them are adequate, smiling, good guys. Everyone called my mother "mama". Thanks for all the good things. So wonderfully passed a few days, in the evening we walked in Naama. There on foot along the Promenade along the sea, back on a blue Arab minibus for 1 pound per person. I don't use taxis as a matter of principle, they are all absolutely inadequate. On vacation, I don’t know the dates and days of the week well, so I can make a mistake, but it seemed like it was Saturday. We decided to go to the Old City in the evening for souvenirs, drink fresh mango, strawberry and pomegranate juices there, and in the evening go to the Fares fish restaurant there for dinner. Naturally, we were not going to have dinner at the hotel, but while we were getting dressed, there was a delicious smell near the restaurant and we decided to have a bite to eat, which saved us. We ate for about an hour. We are going by minibus, we notice that somehow there are a lot of police and military men with machine guns. Mom is a little scared, we reassure her that this is always the case, and we ourselves look at each other in fear. We stopped to drop off the passengers and Sveta says look there, one guy gives the gun to another just openly. I felt completely uneasy at the thought that anyone could have a weapon here. Let's go further. There was very little left before the Old Market when the driver turned into some dark alley. By this time, only the three of us and one Arab boy were left in the car. I see that he’s not going there, I ask what’s the matter, and then several cars fly out to meet us, everyone flies in a panic, like in films about disasters. Almost bump into each other. Our driver turned the steering wheel sharply, the minibus turned around at speed so that the front right door opened from the jerk and turned completely inside out. The drivers shouted something to each other. Our guy in broken English tells us to come out. I tell him this is not an old market (who wants to be on a dark street). He points forward and says, the old market is there, but I won’t go there, there TUF_TUF and folded his fingers with a pistol. -and you go. On this cheerful note, we parted ways. We go forward, some puzzled Arabs quickly go to the meeting in groups. Ahead, in the darkness, a crowd of people looms, clearly aggressively shouting something, chanting. Here we were completely frightened, quickly crossed the road and decided to return to Naama by minibus. A guy sat down with us, who took this crowd on a mobile phone - people swayed, waved their arms. I asked what was going on there. The guy said that they were bad Arabs and we did the right thing by not going there. It turns out that on this day and hour the Bedouins decided to bomb the bank in the old market, a shootout opened in which a French tourist was killed, a German tourist was wounded, an Arab man was killed, two bank employees were injured. Two Bedouin attackers were killed in a shootout, two others were detained and taken to Cairo. For a long time we could not find out from anyone what kind of demonstration, everyone evaded the answer, but then one guide told us all the background. There was once a Bedouin village on the site of today's Sharm. When hotels began to be built there, the Bedouins were simply driven out of this land. They moved, and now, seeing how much money is spinning in the hotel business, they began to demand a percentage of the benefits from all hotels, shops, restaurants, motivating this by the fact that this land has always belonged to them - such a racket. They also demand that part of the stores be given to them, but they will not pay taxes to anyone for the same reason. They also demand to build schools and provide them with jobs. And if under Mubarak they were so afraid of the police, and they were afraid of the army like fire, now they are not afraid of anyone, and we are afraid of them - these are the words of the guide. Because we are all visitors here - I am from Cairo, he is from Luxor, the other is from Alexandria, and only they were born here and all this is theirs. Finally, he added that both past provocations (set fire to shops, in my opinion last year) and the current ones are arranged in the old city, because it is far from the center and there are few police there. Therefore, for safety, walk around Naama - there are now a lot of disguised police officers to protect tourists and do not go anywhere. After adventures in the old market, we returned to Naama and decided to stock up on souvenirs in the Panorama store. There fixed prices are not much higher than in Old. We choose a tunic for Sveta, they put my mother on a high chair. Then I was somehow “led”, but I thought that I was shaken from acclimatization, and my mother screamed, the floor shook, the walls moved to the side! We later learned that it was an earthquake near Hurghada -5.6 points and the wave reached us. Well, a day! We didn’t leave the center anymore. No lie, they wanted to see the mosque once, agreed with a familiar driver, he took us there, but the Arabs did not let us inside, although we took scarves with us. When we returned, we saw how carefully the policemen inspect each car at the entrance to Naama Bay. Well, now about the fish, I went to them! The sad chapter is about moray eels. The giant moray eel lives on the far reef of Gafi (the so-called variety). He lives for himself and does not touch anyone. Swim yourself and look at her. So no, divers-fiends just hunted her down. The cudgel was dragged to her house and apparently she was picked out from there. Because she ran away and began to seek refuge in different places - sometimes very close to the shore, but there she got snorkelers. I used to think that people who are in love with the sea are engaged in diving, but then I realized that the majority in this company are tramps who put a balloon on their backs and are looking for thrills. Too bad, she's really good. The next chapter is "It's not my fault! " Our daily swims traditionally began with the Hilton, where would we be without him. Our feet ran to meet the Napoleon. The first days we went without baksheesh (no eggs). He swam up, but he didn’t let himself be stroked, but we really wanted to! But you know that when you really, really want, you can, despite prohibitions and warnings. In short, somewhere on the fourth day, we decided to quietly spear eggs from breakfast. They took one at a time, swam, fed, stroked. I really like to feel his large scales under my palm and see how he famously swallows eggs. The next day they brought two each. So they had fun until Sveta's departure - a week later she returned home, and I ran skipping you know where, but he was not there. . . for two whole days. There was a little excitement on the sea and he sailed away somewhere. On the third day she came without eggs, and he was offended that he was empty-handed and sailed away from me. There was only one last day to go home in the evening. I took one egg and swam on a date. I searched and searched, it's not there. I almost cried out of frustration. Then I thought that he always came from the side of the depth, I would swim there. suddenly, right in front of me, a hefty eagle ray with a sticky fish on its back swam up. Sailed very fast. I really wanted to take a picture of him, since I saw the bracken for the first time. His wingspan was larger than my arms. That's when I regretted that I was swimming without fins. I managed to remove only two small pieces, but I saw how he did somersaults in the water twice, apparently he was trying to swallow someone. Seeing that she swam in pursuit of him almost to the very yachts that stood in the roadstead, she turned back to the possessions of Napoleon. From the chase, the mask fogged up a little, so I did not immediately notice the napoleo, hungry and rushing towards me at full speed. Then I did a big stupid thing - I pulled an egg out of the melts, then I realized that the camera was turned off (everything was under the impression of the bracken) and put the egg back in - and He managed to see it - big-eyed. I tried to dodge him, took a vertical position and turned my back to him in order to have time to lower Sonya's curtain and give her time to get to work. But the guy didn't care about Sonya - he wanted to eat. Therefore, while I turned my back to him, he dived under me and went, do you think, to pull the egg out of my swimming trunks somewhere. I'm talking for a long time, but everything happened in a matter of seconds. Well, my instinct for self-preservation turns on faster than my brains - in my right hand there is a fotik, with my left I quickly try to get rid of the egg, and at the moment when I took the egg out of my swimsuit, he grabbed it or swallowed it along with my left hand. My sensations - first a blow on the bottom of the body, then pain in the arm, in the next moment he had already sailed away and I was counting my fingers in fright. My arm hurt until noon. After that, he began to wrap circles around me, looking closely at the panties, whether there was still a second testicle. I decided not to anger fate and quickly retreated to the shore. I solemnly swear not to feed him again! I think I have enough memories for a year and common sense will win. In the evening we flew out into the cold. It's almost three o'clock now. I'm tired of writing. I described everything as it was, and you "believe it or not! " See you again, Egypt!