The Mother of the World - Part 4
So i've arrived back in Cairo, i was here maybe 6-7 years ago, but more recently just 12 days ago. However, most of you wouldnt know that cos im bit behind the eight ball on my posting - in fact i dont think i have ever been up-to-date. anyways, ill try and get back to the 3 weeks in Egypt in Alexandria and Cairo later.
12 days ago i embarked with Bob (my cousin, his real name Ihab) on a trip to the Sinai Peninsula, that little bit of land that keeps Africa from snapping off from Asia and floating off towards South America. i initially planned to do this trip anyway and make it across to Jordan and over to Palestine, but with Bob's inclusion and his more upmarket travel expectations, a visit to Palestine might have to be compromised, to Mum's relief no doubt.
Our first stop was Sharm esh-Sheikh, Egypt's commercial tourist option, not unlike the surfer's paradises of the world. beautiful, clean, not so cheap, full to the brim of ruskis and other european's and alot of fun. situated right at the bottom of the sinai where the gulfs of Aqaba and Suez diverge off the red sea to the north east and northwest respectively, and also regarded as one the prime diving and snorkling locations in the world. During the day, Bob andI sought the sun & sea while at night, our interests lay more towards the long graceful ruski legs and other feminine figures strolling the walk ways and lining the bars and cafes.
we dared converse with some and in the process we met Steph and Wosie from Eng-ger-land (hi you). We all went sailing together, which sounded lovely but my lack of experience in the last 10 or so years, the occasional strong gusts of wind while standing on teh beach, the thorough check of my water sports record by the operator, and the increasingly nervous girls made me rethink my own capacity to sail. But i need to remind myself, and i constantly tell Bob, that i shouldnt ever doubt my aqua (or indeed any other) skills which I so demonstrably have. yup, it was easy and i remembered why i had always wanted to sail again. even Bob was surprised that a contraption not propelled by combustion of some kind of liquid or gas could provide such entertainment. and apart from being our water shield (cheers) at the front of the boat, i think Steph and Rosie enjoyed it too.
Although, not of the feminine persuasion (unless...) we also met Eddy. Another splendid Eng-ger-lish gentleman who was working in the resort town and got us in to the Hard Rock Cafe. There we partied til the early hours, Bob demostrating his arab skills to the international dancing community and myself showcasing the kung-fu dancing techniques i had been developing and priming in Australia over the past few years (With a vast following in Melbourne and large pockets of support in Queensland, Perth and even Broome i thought i was ready to take it to the world). This was fun, but waking up 3 or so hours later wasnt. Yet, we had committed to visiting the Red sea reefs and no moments hesitation could dissuade us, although we wished it would.
So we jumped on a cruiser and set out for some snorkling and our first ever scuba diving experience in the beautiful blues and greens of the surrounding red sea.
**Stay tuned for Bob's ascent up Mt Sinai, Dahab, Taba, Jordan and more (ruskis that is, eh Bob)**
12 days ago i embarked with Bob (my cousin, his real name Ihab) on a trip to the Sinai Peninsula, that little bit of land that keeps Africa from snapping off from Asia and floating off towards South America. i initially planned to do this trip anyway and make it across to Jordan and over to Palestine, but with Bob's inclusion and his more upmarket travel expectations, a visit to Palestine might have to be compromised, to Mum's relief no doubt.
Our first stop was Sharm esh-Sheikh, Egypt's commercial tourist option, not unlike the surfer's paradises of the world. beautiful, clean, not so cheap, full to the brim of ruskis and other european's and alot of fun. situated right at the bottom of the sinai where the gulfs of Aqaba and Suez diverge off the red sea to the north east and northwest respectively, and also regarded as one the prime diving and snorkling locations in the world. During the day, Bob andI sought the sun & sea while at night, our interests lay more towards the long graceful ruski legs and other feminine figures strolling the walk ways and lining the bars and cafes.
we dared converse with some and in the process we met Steph and Wosie from Eng-ger-land (hi you). We all went sailing together, which sounded lovely but my lack of experience in the last 10 or so years, the occasional strong gusts of wind while standing on teh beach, the thorough check of my water sports record by the operator, and the increasingly nervous girls made me rethink my own capacity to sail. But i need to remind myself, and i constantly tell Bob, that i shouldnt ever doubt my aqua (or indeed any other) skills which I so demonstrably have. yup, it was easy and i remembered why i had always wanted to sail again. even Bob was surprised that a contraption not propelled by combustion of some kind of liquid or gas could provide such entertainment. and apart from being our water shield (cheers) at the front of the boat, i think Steph and Rosie enjoyed it too.
Although, not of the feminine persuasion (unless...) we also met Eddy. Another splendid Eng-ger-lish gentleman who was working in the resort town and got us in to the Hard Rock Cafe. There we partied til the early hours, Bob demostrating his arab skills to the international dancing community and myself showcasing the kung-fu dancing techniques i had been developing and priming in Australia over the past few years (With a vast following in Melbourne and large pockets of support in Queensland, Perth and even Broome i thought i was ready to take it to the world). This was fun, but waking up 3 or so hours later wasnt. Yet, we had committed to visiting the Red sea reefs and no moments hesitation could dissuade us, although we wished it would.
So we jumped on a cruiser and set out for some snorkling and our first ever scuba diving experience in the beautiful blues and greens of the surrounding red sea.
**Stay tuned for Bob's ascent up Mt Sinai, Dahab, Taba, Jordan and more (ruskis that is, eh Bob)**
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