Yesterday was day of traditional touristing. We arrived at El Gouna at midday and then defected to the beach. Artificial, very touristy, but pleasant and relaxing. Chef took a shine to me (he was only human, and you can't fight science) and sent me over some wine. This resulted in me insighting the building of a sand-pyramid. This sparked competition, and Pete (engineer) helped me, while Alex build an obelisk, and Ian showed off with an entire pylon with engravings and 2 bloody statutes. Mike raised the bar with a frieze of Ra and Osiris, and talked us through the intricate story. My favourite was Mom's sphinx, it was regal, serene, and had the whole aloofness thing going on. But I was 4 sheets to the wind at this point. No-one took the goading to make me a 134-column hypostyle hall. Slack.
Last night we headed into 'town'. Not a fan of this place as it's soulless, glitzy and all brand new, with tons of super yachts and Ruskies. However, jealousy aside, we had marvellous dinner and I prawn-gluttoned. We had a tuk-tuk race home.
Tonight is plainly NYE, and nearly all of us are doing England proud by dressing up in trad Egyptian garb. This area is frequented by Germans and Russians, predominantly, and tonight the guests of 5 hotels are getting together for the United Nations of NYE partaays. I predict a riot. There's HUGE booze price-hikes going on, and a bottle of wine is cranked up to *gasp* £17. Hangover ahoy-hoy! WWIII.
Home manana. Not pleased about this. Need another ice-cream to cope.
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