Egypt: Dahab – St Cathrine
After a moonlit snorkel at the Blue Hole (I copped out, those lion fish sting man, I wanted to see exactly where they were) it was a late night with beers and pool, and so we all enjoyed a sleep in the next day.
This might be an appropriate time to mention that unless you plan on laying down with your legs parallel to the wall for three days, you should not spend three hours on a camel in a wet bikini, with no padding on your ass save wet jeans and a few rough blankets. It hurts. Seriously. Not only was I contemplating adopting children, becauseĀ I doubted at the time I could ever have full use of my nether regions, I walked with a limp and a wince for many days afterwards. Chafing, my friends, is hell, and I have a newfound sympathy for all babies with nappy rash.
‘Ok!’ I hear you say, ‘Too much information!’ But I am just thinking of others, really. Think of it like one of those public service announcements where the woman in the suit tells you to dial a 1800 number to save the children. Only she is on a camel in a wet bikini.
You’re welcome!
We were fully intending on doing nothing but chilling out that day, but the fact many of us were heading to a northern hemisphere winter after this trip had us all running (or limping, anyway) for the snorkel gear. This time we drove in the opposite direction to ‘The Three Pools’ where our driver waited while we spent our last few hours in Dahab amongst the coral and fish. I am not sure whether I actally found the ‘3’ pools – to me it was a neverending shelf of coral and fish – but it was fantastic snorkelling, and we all tried to come up with a way to convince our tour leader to let us stay in Dahab a little longer. Quite unsuccessfully it turned out, and so it came to be that we were on a bus that afternoon to our final destination – St Cathrine and Mt Sinai.
-Sarah