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Dahab, Egypt
Friday, Apr 03, 1998

Damn it, no runny bum

David Murray
2007-02-02 02:33:18

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Arriving in Dahab, this was a different Egypt. Tourism, that is backpackers had invaded this part. It was chilled out. Restaurants lined the front, with outside eating next to the water. Dogs outnumbered people here. You could sense that explosion was going to happen due to the amount of new buildings that was taking place. We stayed at Mohammed Ali camp. For a couple of pounds, we had a concrete bed with outside shower. Small and cheap. There was also an Italian restaurant which served Vegemite ??? How sad is that. Glenn, Jewls, Lucy and myself dined there for dinner. The rest of the crew went next door. The following morning, those who were not in the RB club were. Why? They had eaten falafel. So, whilst they were hovering over the bog, we went to the Blue Hole to snorkel. It was a little chilly going in, but the visibility was superb. Fish were swimming straight up to us. If only we could have afforded a P.A.D.I. course. Such is life. What more can you say. That evening, being the President and Secretary for the F.W.F. club, fart without fear, we went to the restaurant for falafel as we both love falafels, what else would you have. The size of the serving was, large, the taste was great and then we washed it down with some Stellas and an apple shisha. We then found Glenn, and dragged him off to play pool and more Stellas. Went to bed. Waited. Waited some more. When was this RB going to start. I was that bored with waiting, that I went to sleep. The next morning, I thought I would test the water. I sat. I pushed. I squeezed. It was hard. Still President of the FWF club. Next up, Lucy took her trip to the bog. She went through the same process, and came through with the position of secretary intact. And being the kind of people that we are, we did the only thing that was possible. We farted long and loud in their general direction. More snorkeling was done, with the highlight being the Lionfish as we came into the entrance/exit point. Also, the local pool hall was run by a one legged Peter Andre look-a-like who kept us well topped up with Stellas. That what does not kill us, only makes us stronger.