Up at the crack of dawn. Met at the hotel gates by the tour guide. Amongst the group were a Romanian couple, a Russian and 2 cracking girls from Finland Olga and Mary. Throughout the excursion the Fins and I bonded really well.
They told me they had their own sign language business. Something that I had not realise, there is no universal sign language, each nation has their own unique language.
We made our way to the desert, a bumpy but thrilling ride, listening to rap music blaring out from the car stereo. We stopped at a Bedouin campsite for mint tea before heading off to Hada Sea Resort for snorkeling. As previously I enjoyed the snorkeling but as it was the second time around it was not as thrilling. Lunch provided was good but could have been hotter and I was slightly put off by the number of cats milling around my feet crying out for scraps of food from your plate. The camel ride which was part of the excursion was an experience. It was uncomfortable particularly for my groin and back. I am sure the ride must of decrease my fertility count.
We finished off the day with a visit to the mandatory tourist shopping mall. I purchased some mint tea within the 2 hours that we waisted there. I Made my feelings known on the feedback questionnaire.
Slept in my room for a few hours before heading for dinner. It was Champions League night with Spurs Vs Inter Milan at the Lane. The bars on the promenade were only showing the Barcelona game. I was content to view that.
I was able to blag my way in for free at the Hard Rock Cafe (HRC) and was one of the last clubbers to leave at near 4am.
I may have enjoyed the Jeep Safari, Snorkeling at Egypt's Red Sea and anticipating the quad-biking and the trip to Cairo, but its going to be hard to top the delightful experience at the HRC. Whilst strutting my stuff on the very crowded dance floor I was pinched on the bottom. I looked over my shoulder and there were a half dozen girls from Lancashire in their early twenties laughing out loud. The culprit amongst them winked at me and I smiled broadly back. Being goosed spurned me on to go 'old school' dance style and do the Robot. The girls plus the crowd around went wild and followed suit. Someone shouted from the throng "Obama is doing the Robot". Everybody guffawed. Its going to take something exceptional to beat this evening. I went home on a cloud.
I switched on the flat screen to the BBC World News. The real Obama was getting annihilated in the mid-term elections. If only he could do the Robot - that I have no doubt would of change his political fortunes - YES WE CAN!!
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