Hurghada, Egypt
Wednesday, June 15th, 2005This one-week trip during January 2005 was of “charter” as we say in swedish. Lots of pale white swedes shipped (or aired) from icy cold, dark Sweden to sunny, but not-as-warm-as-we-thought Egypt. Hurghada was a city of only huge hotels that you never had to leave because they were like towns. Awful, but hey, what else can you expect for that cheap ticket?
Oh, that hair! Julian’s hair was violated many times by Egypitan men who could not help touching it.
The glory and glam of jet-set life. Suntanning in a not very exotic and elegant way.
The couple by Nile. Awww….
Smile we are in Luxor, wonderful picture. And Luxor was wonderful, just a wee bit much tourists. We don’t like the old ruins being trampled on that much, it’s becomes so artificials. And the long tour-bus line driving from Hurghada to Luxor, my God, 50 buses in a row. Guarded by police, we were like the pharoahs and queens themselves.
Julian by a pole/tower/very old architectural thing in Karnal Temple. Wait, it’s a flower i think. There supposed to be 154 of them or something, maybe this wasn’t one of them… Now i’m confused.
Janie in snorkels, ready to do a slick back dive into the red-orange-yellow fishes of the under water world. The water was very salty, Julian was scared of water and cold. Otherwise I look a lot Life Aquatic-ish don’t I?
Janie