And I'm flying to where they accept (c) Part 3
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And the finger is swollen, and the nail has turned blue a little! Yes, so what now? She got up and poked around. She put on sandals and took coral shoes with her. I remember, in Dahab, the entry from the shore, about eleven meters, along the dead coral. I don’t know, really, if I can pull the slippers on the injured finger.
In addition to the driver and guide, there were already six people in the mikrik. Two dark guys, a young Muslim couple and a mixed couple - an Arab guy with a white girl. Phew! The presence of a white girl reassured me. And the Arab also looked very innocent. And her husband is, and in general - a nerd nerd. With glasses and a big nose. And the dark guys turned out to be… Brazilians! And they got carried away! A mixed couple was also of interest - as it turned out in the process of communication, the girl was Belarusian, and the guy was an Arab hotel guide from Aneksov. I sarcastically asked him, why didn’t he go with his beloved Aneks? Expensive, right? To which he calmly replied that Anex does not carry excursions here. And he really wanted to. And he has some friends in Dahab. Here is such an international collective we have selected.
Having picked up a security guard in civilian clothes on the way, but with the muzzle of a machine gun peeking out from under his vest, we rushed to the mountains. There was a technical stop along the way. Many other buses and buses arrived, among others Tez tour was noticed.
Last time, in 2008, we stayed here, it seems. Or maybe not here. Moreover, I suspected that we were shown not the Colored Canyon at all, but some kind of White Canyon. However, we really liked it. But Tsvetnoy really wanted to see, nevertheless.
After driving a little uphill from Dahab, we arrived at the place.
And last time we were loaded into jeeps and rolled through the desert for quite a long time. But I haven't suspected anything yet. There were some huts, a stage and huts-cafes.
After walking for about 20 minutes, we found out that this is EVERYTHING! That's the whole canyon! Having drunk herbal Bedouin tea sweet to disgust, we were again loaded onto the bus. To say I was disappointed is an understatement! I asked the Aneksovo guide what happened to the real colored canyon? He said that once someone (tourists, presumably) disappeared there, so no one takes it there anymore! I already googled at home, but found only a mention that in 2011 there was a seizure of tourists at the monastery of St. Catherine demanding the release of some prisoners. Apparently, after the revolution, it became too dangerous to travel deep into the Sinai. In 2015, we only went on an excursion to Jordan and did not suspect anything of the kind.
Well, at least the finger didn't bother!
On the way back we met two White Walkers. Two bare-chested Caucasian dudes were walking uphill towards the canyon. And what did they forget there?
Okay, maybe at least snorkeling will be worthy? They brought us to a shop that rents swimming accessories - masks, snorkels, fins, wetsuits, life jackets. I didn't even go there. I had a mask with me, and I don’t need anything else. The guide, however, tried to tell me that it is impossible without a life jacket. I neighed and said that I swim like Ariel. Verka was not going to swim. Behind. The rest were fully equipped.
But first we were taken to ride camels. Well, at least I had some fun. I photographed camels from different angles.
There was movement. Some caravans were leaving, others were already returning. The resting camels bit each other, snarled among themselves and at the drovers trying to lift them. Cool! It was our turn to ride. Camel boarding is a so-so event. Another attraction! Fall off him while he is rising - like two fingers on the asphalt! Thank God it didn't happen. Whatever it was, camel riding is positive in its purest form! The faces of all passengers, without exception, literally cracked with pleasure. The smiles were from ear to ear. I'm not an exception. Having seized the moment when our group broke up into two parallel processions, I handed over my camera to one of the Brazilians so that he would capture me. Verka rode in front, clutching the saddle with a death grip, so she would not have coped with this mission.
People on quadricycles rushed past us, apparently those who bought the 5 in 1 tour.
The walk didn't last long. Didn't have time to beat the asses. A little more extreme when lowering the camel to the ground, and that's it.
Aneksovsky guide with his Belarusian passion stayed here to swim, and we went to another place - several cafes along the road. It seems that this place is called "Three Pools". Last time we were taken to the Blue Hole. We had swimsuits with us then, but there were no masks. Therefore, we could not enjoy the underwater world of the Hole.
Verka stayed on the dastarkhan, or whatever it is called here, while the rest went to get dressed. Having coped with this faster than the rest, because I was wearing a swimsuit from the beginning, I went for a swim, taking a new cover with me. It's time to try it out.
Oh, and I suffered too! If in the air the cover responded perfectly to my touches, then in the water everything was different! Silicone stuck to the screen, and the phone lived its own life - independently switched to video, then to selfies, then turned off altogether, then wrote “free the speaker zone”. AAAAA! And keep in mind that all this was on a breath-hold. No cursing is enough to describe my annoyance. Well, at least there is nothing to shoot there. There are no fish there! They probably ate it all. Well, a few bugs. Well, that's it. Here's everything I managed to shoot then:
After floundering for a while, I got out. After changing in the dressing room across the road, she joined Verka. Finally, the rest came up, led by a guide. I don't know if they saw anything worthy. I did not ask. The Arab girl in her space suit turned blue from the cold, poor fellow! She didn’t get a tooth on a tooth until she changed into dry clothes.
For lunch, they brought us a chicken leg with rice and potatoes. Not a choice, but just like that - rice with potatoes. Strange as it may seem, we were treated to exactly the same combination in Slovakia when I went on an info tour.
Beduin children came and tried to sell us some of their baubles. Then the dog came. I started throwing chicken bones at her. Strange, but no one except me began to feed her. Neither Arabs nor Brazilians. Don't like dogs?
Dinner is long over, and we are all sitting. The guide went to a cafe across the street and drove tea there with fellow guides. Why are we sitting? Waiting for anybody? The Arab couple turned on their Khabib songs on the phone and began to sing along with them, swaying to the beat and snapping their fingers. I couldn't help but giggle.
Finally, a Belarusian-Arab couple arrived, and we drove on. I really wanted to go to the hotel, but we haven't completed the shopping program yet! Brought to the mall. The man again tried to tell us about the perfume, but Verka and I sat looking so bored that he shut up offendedly and said that since we didn’t want anything, he wouldn’t waste his time on us. And we left. And the bass is gone! The Brazilians, however, were here, but they also left somewhere down the street. Stupid waste of time! The guys soon returned with cups of coffee. Finally, the busik arrived and we went to the hotel. Nothing excursion! Only if you are in Egypt for the first time, you can go. I strongly do not recommend it to others.
Without entering the room, we moved to the bar. Need to replenish the level of alcohol in the blood! When we were already having a good drunk, the bartender brought from somewhere a canister of pineapple juice. Opana! We once asked him to make us a pina colada, stated in the wine list, but he lamented that he could not. In the absence of pineapple juice, this is not possible. So I was content with beer, and Verka with rum, diluted with disgusting orange "juice".
After the beer, I didn't feel like pina colada anymore. We went to our rooms to change for dinner. There we were waiting for "letters of happiness", which invited us to a cocktail party before dinner. Here are those times! And we already, as it were, and enough! Oh, let's hope like Hawaiian pigs!
Changing clothes, we returned to the reception again. Verka dressed up! She took as many as three dresses with her to walk, as in that cartoon about Prostokvashino. And three pairs of sandals! Achumet! And I didn't take anything. Casual is my everything!
Through the efforts of bartenders and waiters, the hall was elegantly lined with glasses of colorful drinks.
People wandered among them, waiting for a signal. Finally, the hour struck, and the hands reached for the glasses. Verka and I took a couple. Yummy! But NO ALCOHOL! Eh!
At dinner, we told the neighbors that we had not passed the casting for sex slaves, so we returned.
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