Still seems a romantic location name and so I can’t resist repeating it. We went snorkeling today. A short Jeep ride to “The Blue Hole”. Most are diving and perhaps that is better- this is a famous spot, but the snorkeling is mediocre – we see more plastic than fish. They really need to do something about their litter and we discuss it with them but they don’t see it as a personal problem, more of a Government thing.
A camel walks by with its normal aloof demeanor and somewhat prehistoric and weird appearance. We are told that they place each foot independently (apparently also like the Giraffe) and there is no rhythm to follow when riding them. That’s why all the Arabs and not just Peter O’Tool can be seen bouncing up and down on them. This one is holding up a car behind him and the car driver impatiently honks his horn but the camel just snorts in annoyance and ignores the car. The driver will just have to watch the camel’s bum for the next few minutes. Christine points out that they can close their nostrils (occasionally quite useful in Egypt) and we have a 5 minute competition to see if we can do that as well but we give up.
Another camel goes by with a Bedouin riding him while smoking and talking on his cell phone. (They are true Bedouins here and not Egyptian).
Camels seem amusing and I would like one. Tito, Momo and Timo would like our three daughter’s Facebook addresses and I sense the possibility of a deal.
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