Hurghada - the Red Sea city
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We set up our morning call with the operator before bed and
as per agreement the telephone rang precisely at 4 a.m. and by 4.30 a.m., I am
already down at the lobby. Soon after, we left for the airport. Our flight to
Hurghada is at 6.05 a.m. When we reach
The General arrived soon after. The ritual of kissing on both cheeks followed. He had a day old beard, so it is kind of itchy when you rub your cheeks against him. I am not complaining, I am just saying, it is itchy.
We were the first to board (of course). Later, the seats started to be filled. Inside, everyone (and I mean literally everyone) still staring at us. It was the most uncomfortable flight I’ve ever took. They must be thinking, since we are VIP, what are we doing in economy.
It was a mere 45 minutes flight. When we landed at Hurghada airport our seats are still cold.
We touched down safely. Hurghada airport doesn’t have a VIP car, so they send a whole bus just for us. Again with the staring, I better get use to it. Less than two minutes, we arrived at the terminal. We were given a VIP room to sit in while waiting for our luggage to arrive. Mint tea and coffee was served.
I wanted to shout “You people out there, who had to stand while waiting for your luggage to arrive, suck it.” I slapped myself.
We were staying at Sea Star Beau Rivage Hotel, a good half an hour ride from the airport.
The hotel is in the middle of nowhere surrounded by empty buildings. Only three are occupied by a mini market (equally empty except for bottles of sun block), a souvenir shop and a pharmacy. If I were to drive on my own to the hotel, I would drive pass by it. It was so inconspicuous. It is sandwich between two buildings still under construction. It looks so small from the outside. The resort is actually a km long stretching from the main road till the beach. It was full of Germans and Russian tourists.
Breakfast followed (no general manager to accompany us this time so we are being our sloppy self), keys were given afterwards and we escorted ourselves to our room.
The General was already at the lobby. He introduced me to the manager of the hotel, a very polite young bald man, whom I assume is still in his 30s. He took me on a tour of the resort. It has one of the best beaches, two swimming pools, six restaurants and even a mini golf.
We depart to “I don’t know where” at . There is only four of us this time (one member of our group was sick and decided to stay behind).
We turn a corner and suddenly there was a buzz of
activities. There were shops everywhere, people were strolling along. There is even
a huge shopping mall. Finally we arrived at Sinbad Resort, a sprawling complex
with three hotels, water slide parks and an excellent view of the
We were being introduced to the public relations officer. She was wearing a white shirt with a yellow bell bottom pants and with that cheesy hair style, she looks like a 70s porn actress (not that I have seen any, only from what I’ve heard). We were given a short tour of the resort and when it was over, cold beverages was offered at the Fisherman’s Restaurant which has an amazing view of the harbor and the beach. Chairs were littered on the beach, mostly were occupied by vacationers. Part of the resort was open in early 2000, more is added every year, I was told. No wonder everything looks new.
Even before we finished our drinks, we were escorted to the harbour.
The boat finally depart, we were led to the upper deck. There was no roof on the upper deck except the one that covers the pilot. The weather was extremely hot. The scenery was lovely and soon we forgot how hot we were. On the way, each of us were given a chance to pilot the boat. Imagine that.
We arrived at Dream Island.
We left the dock and a few minutes later, we were underwater. Outside, clinging to the submarines, two divers were preparing themselves. They are going to dive along with the submarines, feeding the fish with some sort of plankton I suppose (I am not sure).
Back at the harbour, while we were waiting for our cars to arrive, when I was positively sure no one was looking, I took a long stick and smashed it on the surface of the Red Sea. “Open up and let my people go!!” I shouted. As expected, nothing happened. At least I try. We were back at the hotel. Lunch was served. Raw fish for starters and the main course, lobster. It was great so suck it you little people out there.
At night, we visited Khan El-Khalili. It was a bazaar but it wasn’t really. Not like the one you find in Cairo. It was actually a shopping mall, connected to a hotel (I forgot what it’s called). Still, bargaining is the normal but most of the goods are sold at tourist prices. We had an excellent dinner, different kinds of salads, breads and grilled beef/fish/lamb. Afterwards, we were led to an open air theatre where stunt shows involving horses followed by the dance of the “swirling dervishes”. After that, we were adjourned to a tent where a cheesy Egyptians dance was being performed followed by, what else, a belly dancing act. Back at the hotel, we sleep like a log.