Hurghada : Passing through.
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[Camera and egypt photos kindly returned to me and now updated... although admittedly they are pretty uninspired for this entry... reflecting Hurghada itself in some ways :( ]
My final morning in Luxor. This afternoon I will board a coach to take the approx 250km trip from here to Hurghada on the mid-eastern coast of mainland Egypt. Then from there it is by cattermeran that I will travel across the Red Sea, just south of the entrance to the Gulf of Suez to Sharm el-Sheikh in on the Sinai peninsula.
I'm taking it easy just killing time today. No can do on blog updates as the hotel computers have remained on the blink the entire time I've been here. Man I miss my laptop :( Oh well. No point moping. To pass an hour or so I stroll down to the corniche and pay a visit to the Mummification Museum. Sounds pretty spooky and intriguing. At EGP40 to enter it turns out to be a little bit of a disappointing affair constituting as it does only a single, large room of exhibits and artefacts relating to the culture of Egyptian mummification. It packs a high amount of interest into its modest space though with some well-kept examples of funerary equipment and relics from around Luxor and greater egypt. Information on the jackal-headed god of mummification Annubis is in abundance as well as the actual mummy of some ancient city army commander or something.
This diversion has not passed nearly enough time so I head up and walk around the outisde of the Luxor Temple where I bump into Pierre-Marc the genial French-Canadian traveller I first met in and have not seen since my time in King Tut's hostel in Cairo. He's got a cold and about to go in search of a horse or donkey ride to the Valley of the Kings. Doesn't sound like the best cure for the common cold to me but "heck! why not!". It seems we're both likely to bump into each other in Hurghada tomorrow morning for the boat over the Sharm so fingers crossed for good company on the crossing.
...fortunately he does not. He's visiting family in Luxor and at the hotel to greet some new victims.... I mean, new customers. I take them aside and only half jokingly warn them that he's a crackpot. They laugh this off good naturedly, but dismissively. Oh yeah, they were warned. I wonder if they ever made it back home? "Hey ho!" :D
Mimo escorts me by taxi after lunch to the bus station out of town where tickets are handed over and I sit and wait on Egypt Time with a couple of Italians and Americans for the coach to eventually turn up.
It is dark and quite late (21.00+) when we arrive in Hurghada. The Atef Plan is working perfectly again as whilst the other travellers from the coach spill out disorientated and so far bedless for the night, all I have to do is hoist my backpack into the taxi hailed by the man with my name on the board and be driven to my hotel for the night. Hurghada feels big. It doesn't seem pretty. A large strip of neon and naffness stretching some miles along the coastline with endless bars, fast food restaurants, souvenir and dive shops. The usual tourist economy mess. Hurghada I gather, like Sharm el-Sheikh, only really exists as a result of the boon from the diving tourism industry and this shows, even at this time of night. I am not disappointed to know I will be out of here in 12 hours time.