A couple of weeks ago, when the late streets of Cairo were getting a little chilly, we decided to spend our holidays in Dahab, a small coast town at the Red Sea. Leaving early in the morning, Deirdre, Dorien, Jan, Cindy and myself, we almost froze to death in the bus that brought us to Dahab (which still is better than looking into the eye of death like we did on the way back home). About 9 hours later we arrived in Dahab where we took ourselves a pick-up truck to drive us to our charming hotel, Pearl of the South Sinai.
Deirdre, the most beautiful amongst the swans!
As we were planning to take a trip through the desert the next few days, we started our search to the ones that had the best offer in town. In the end Jan, Cindy and Dorien decided to take a very promising two-days jeep/camel tour through the desert whilst me and Deirdre chose a slightly cheaper and also very promising offer. All this discussing made us hungry, and we enjoyed some nice fresh fish followed by a not so delicious home made tiramisu (shame on them!!). No comment on the "hot and cold" though...
Full of enthousiasm me and little Derdera got into the minibus that would take us to the desert. A true bedouin, Ied Saied, was awaiting us with two of his camels.
Then we set off for a quiet and peaceful trip through the stretched out desert of the Sinaï, making me and Deidre contemplate about life...(or about how our underwear got stuck somewhere...)
A few hours later we settled at an idyllic spot, where our personal bedouin prepared us lunch. And when men are cooking, women should rest...
Then, totally unexpected, we had to climb the canyons that were ahead of us. (You said we were going to SEE them not CLIMB them!). Off course, I didn't pack the right shoewear, but call me adventurous and courageous; I made it! From time to time Ied, the bedouin, had to give a little push but honestly, I have erased that from my memory.
I'm ok!
I'm not ok!!
Don't worry, Ied is right behind you!
Let's say that afterwards I was happy to be on my camel again!
Soooo cute! (the camel, i mean)
We contemplated some more through the blistering sands of the desert thinking about how we had completely outdone ourselves (So proud of you Deirdre!) climbing between those narrow places. A little later we arrived in the bedouin village, where we had to spend the night. At 5 p.m the sun had set and after some macaroni, cola (!) and HIBISCUS tea, we went of to "bed", as in a tiny little matress on the floor. We first were brave enough to go to the "toilet" (thank God for the existence of moist tissues!!) and then we enjoyed watching the falling stars. After rejecting the bedouin that wanted to keep us warm that night, we got into our hut for a quite unpeaceful night ahead of us.
By unpeaceful you should picture two dogs wanting to play with us in the middle of the darkest night ever! Us, thinking it were wolves, grabbed on to eachother and said some prayers...
Barra, Warda, BARRA, I sometimes shout when I have nightmares...
The next day we climbed some more canyons (piece of cake, ha!) and then we headed back home, home sweet Dahab. Determined to go to the beach the same day, we slipped into our bathing suits and felt the first sand between our tows.
And we went back the next day, and the day after that and the day after that...
So daytime was preserved for tanning, nighttime was devoted to eating and dancing!! We had so much fun, even some extra fun when Lene, Annabell and Miranda arrived, that we didn't wanted to leave... The day before we left we went snorkling, which was amazing. Some of us almost drowned, some of us left something behind in the water, some of us kissed the fish...
But after one week, all money and energy was spent so we had to go back to Cairo. One hell of a nightly busride later I got into my own bed but still hearing the waves of Dahab. To be repeated!!
