Royal Azur Resort Hurghada

... talking to us in arabic as if we knew the language :) so cute. Cody got him to draw in our travel journal, and before we knew it we had a swarm of little boys all around us wanting to draw and just being curious about us. We got some great shots of them!<br><br>Sooooo it was time to get back to the bus station, and I was told that the bus at 10:30pm was full! Aggggggghhhh!!!!! Not good! So I asked if there was any other way to get to hurghada and I was told that we ...

... else we could find. Had a good time and when Armando got their at 3.30pm he was quite surprised to see us. By the time he got the bar set up, we were just about ready to go to our cabins. We did have one or two with him and that was it. We sailed out of Safaga about 9pm after all the buses had returned from the Valley of the Kings. It was a four hour journey each way in the bus, which was why we decided not to do it.<br>Bye for now.

My family have visited Hurghada, Red Sea,Egypt for several years, but over the last two years the newly introduced taxi service has become a complete menace. The taxi's ''curb crawl'' honking their horns touting for business, the kamikaze drivers regularly double/treble their fares for Europeans and cheat them out of their change.<br><br>However this year a friend recommended an English expat who met us at the airport and ...

... in hieroglyphics for his mum &#8211; sweet :).<br><br>Finally we returned to Hurghada&#8217;s metropolis and finely dined on greasy but satisfying pizza, before being bussed by the tour company to the airport for our return trip. So sad to leave, hundreds of reasons to return and good friends made along the way. Adhigam couldn&#8217;t ask for anything more from our introductory taster of Egypt :)

... set, blink and you&#8217;ve missed it. We sat and watched the sun unharness its rapid ascent into the sky.<br><br>We returned to bed and lazily got up a few hours later, with nothing planned for the morning except for a spot of breakfast. After that and some sun-worshipping and snorkelling of our own, we were collected from our hotel at 1.30pm for our final excursion of the holiday and one I was greatly looking forward to: sunset quad-biking in the Egyptian desert. We ...

... is a miraculous world of silence, where organisms of breath-taking colour and novelty swim wordlessly in front of your nose, oblivious and uncaring to your presence, stunning me into a silence I could only maintain by force &#8211; a large respirator blocking my usual yapping. I think it is this silence that makes diving so special &#8211; not only are we on the surface usually so ignorant or forgetful of the teeming beauty under the waves, but would ruin it by being ...

... that above-water it resembles a concrete jungle. In contrast, although Hurghada is a tourist town which lines the Red Sea with resorts, the diving is still great and only 3 hours by coach from the (equally unmissable) Ancient Egypt of Luxor.<br> <br>As we had a package deal, flights with Monarch were included (and not at an ungodly hour, as we are used to), and a coach met us from off the plane to transport us to our hotel. The 6pm heat ...

... missed out on the afternoon ice cream bar snack, they were all gone by the time we got there. Watched a bit of BBC news and got ready for diner. I am sure people must wonder where we are from as our shirts have the embroidered dragons or elephants on them. Len's pants have the dragon on them and mine the salamanders. Our Great Wall t-shirts caught a lot of glances and my tops from Cambodia and Vietnam some stares. I know the staff remember us because of ...

... years. We then had 2 more photo stops at 2 other ancient sites. Onto the hotel where we stayed for our overnight stop. A huge room with separate lounge and balcony with a view from the rear window overlooking the Nile. (So much space after living in a small stateroom) We had a BBQ on the terrace by the side of the Nile, we then returned to Karnak for a Light and Narration show. Then to bed.

... animated and heated as he discussed his plight as an Egyptian. I guess he was once a great soccer player, up until he got injured and after dedicating himself to the national team for years they just dumped him-which created some evident animosity towards the country as a whole. We managed to escape without any purchases, but only after some tea. We made our way back, and fell into bed in anticipation of yet another early morning. -Ash