Still hanging out at the hotel’s beach bar and relaxing amongst the Bedouin pillows and carpets and listening to Egyptian music and Jack Johnson while we have mint tea and beers and watch others with the Hookah pipes-we may yet try it but it will be the first time I have smoked. I am trying to do a deal with the four young men that run this place (all called Mohammed so they tell us to use their nicknames-Tito, Momo, Timo and, well, I have forgotten) to swop music between our computers. We’ll see if I can get them to play some Ellington and Dylan in the bar. We meet all sorts of people on this trip and we spend two hours chatting about the Yugoslav civil wars with a young couple from Slovania. Another couple, English, have split their time the last 15 years between here and England and they run desert expeditions (overnight and sleep under the stars for one or two weeks at a time). He’s a Fellow of the Royal Geographic Society and she’s a nurse. They are about to trek out with a bunch of English Private School kids for two weeks. E mail: daktarisam@btinternet.com.
Like other nurses we have met she tells us that “you will get sick” and gives us advice on when to take from our stock of Imodium and Cipro. (Not much of either).
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