The Mirage Village Hotel
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- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
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Travel Blogs from Dahab
... I watched the cleaning man bring down 3 bin liners of rubbish from the room (Willem not me), and exclaim that there was even more in a very loud voice, I promptly decided to jump in a taxi to here, saying a quick goodbye to Yasser and Islam on the way. The rest of the day will be spent waiting around, then to Sharm, then check in etc etc etc and back in the UK at 23 00! But for now, sleep. I'll write another entry tonight if I'm not dead on my feet! NEARLY ...
... boat to Kom Ombo (the crocodile Sopek temple) built by Ptolomys VI, VIII, and XII between 1195 BC to 218 AD. Once back on the road at Edfu, we explored the temple built to honour the God Horus (God of life) and his Queen Hatur, built by Ptolomy II & III between 257 to 37 BC. I'm constantly amazed by the size and workmanship in these structures. How could they put them up with the limited technology they had in those ...
I'm lying in bed after a much needed lie in, marvelling at how I managed to get through yesterday without having a breakdown. We got up at 3am and set off to a road the crosses the Sinai, above Dahab starting in a place called Taba. This took an hour and half. We got there and were told we were not allowed entry, though car after car went through with towering deliveries and loads of people in. Our driver Mohamed shouted on his phone for a while, then reluctantly turned ...
... the scheduled time of 4pm. Much better than we expected. There was water everywhere on the roads and landslips all over the place. Very muddy. It seemed that a huge storm went through before we got there. There was a lot of rain and hail stones the size of golf balls. Our guide had never seen anything like it in the past and the locals were taking pics because they had never seen hail before. Our room was a little damp in the foyer but it didn't take long to dry out. The softies who ...
... lunch we headed back to the hotel to relax by the pool. However fate had other plans. As we had unwittingly selected the same hotel as a group of 40 teenagers. Yes, forty - WTF?! It was like walking back into high school. When I had seen the sign at reception welcoming the "Sandringham" group I had had high hopes for a large bunch of fit officers. Not twenty pimply British teen boys trying to show off to another twenty giggly British teen girls by having bomb ...