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Today I thought I'd be up to nothing much today, on Matt's last full day in Dahab. I had no money to go on the Gabr-El-Bint trip that was today and thought I'd be at the centre on my own or doing inane jobs for other instructors.
Turns out Matt said he'd pay for my final boat trip with him and Willem, with all the other divers that were going. I haven't really stopped thanking him!
It was a great day out. ...
... to get positive. They were gargantuan, completely blocking out the sun at time and were very very impressive to look at. Strangely, they were located a stones throw away from many blocks of houses, and were almost a part of the city. When we got there I was on autopilot, almost just wanted it all over with so I could go back to Dahab. Money was taken off me for tickets and given back to exchange for more money, I barely had enough brain power to make sure I kept the ...
... not locals. We stayed for four great nights at Red Sea Relax and on the Saturday morning we were picked up bright and early for a transfer back to the airport. Our taxi driver treated the highway as his own personal personal race track with a broken speedometer, happily flouted the no mobile rule and spent more time focussing on eating his sunflower seeds than the road. We flew back to Cairo with the afternoon and evening to spare before our flight to Bangkok ...
... heading to Israel to “have a look around” before flying to Nepal. The third guy was another Brazilian named Fabio. He was a heavier set guy with a round face. He was just “travelling around” he told us mysteriously. I found it was actually really nice to be back around people my own age again.
Clare seemed to be a handy sort to have around. She’d been travelling in the region for a little bit and had been through this border before so she knew ...
... the Red Sea are numerous little thatched roof buildings belonging to different campsites but they look very forlorn and falling down and bleak.
Finally the border! Hooray!!
As we passed through customs we headed for passport check. There was Mr Passport guy cleaning out his ears with an earbud which he held in one hand as he checked our passports..eek….he couldn’t seem to be bothered to find the stamp so along came Mr smooth and smarmy and took ...