After a bowl of fruit for breakfast, we pack our bags to leave our last Bedouin camp. I think I may be in trouble. My Diarrhea is back and with a vengeance.
On the way to the Colored Canyon, we were stopped at a check-point for our passports and permits. As a bribe to one of the guards, we gave up one of our valuable bottles of water. Kim initially didn’t want to walk through the canyon. It was one of the highlights of the Sinai and I didn’t want her to miss it, but if she wasn’t feeling good I didn’t want her to overexert herself. Rajab offered to stay back with her. He later told me that Kim shouldn’t stay there alone. I had read the women who are alone sometimes get raped, so I was glad Rajab offered to stay.
After some discussion, Kim said she would do the hike. I had read before we left that you should go back in further to the canyon to see some sites that are rarely visited. It is supposed to be worth the extra effort. However, with the heat and how both Kim and I felt, the tourist canyon was just fine. It was very beautiful. There were some rocks that looked like they had a wood-grain. Each layer would have a different color. It was spectacular.
We were finally on the road to air-conditioning. After four days without, it would be welcome to have it again. Sharm el-Sheik was like almost any resort area in the US. It seemed a little strange to see all of this modern development after the starkness of the desert and mountains of the central Sinai. (Kim – It didn’t seem strange, it was wonderful. We were back at a 5 star resort. The men referred to me as “My Queen”. How can a girl not like this place.)
The first thing we did was to shower off the dust and sweat. We both were starved and went looking for some late lunch. Pizza and pasta, it tasted great! Kim decided she needed some diarrhea medicine and we headed for the nearest pharmacy. I suspect the pharmacist completed a two week certificate in pill dispensing. God only knows what he gave her.
After a long nap, we decided to go exploring and find some supper. Watching the people head to the buffet line and the amount of food that was put out for dinner was like an assault on the senses after the last few days. We almost felt guilty consuming that food. (Again, these are Jon’s words. I quite enjoyed not having my food swarming with flies.)
Ahhhh, air-conditioned sleeping. It was great!
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