Day 147

Sunday June 15th

We finally made it to sharm at about 11 in the morning. We promptly got a taxi and headed to the hotel. Once there, they must have given our original room away, because I wasn’t sure if I was going to get a queen or two doubles, and it turned out we got both. A queen and two doubles. Megan naturally got the queen, and I got stuck on one of the doubles.

The Sol y Mar hotel was amazing. The only downside was that the drainage in the shower was awful, so lets just say we could tell from the water all the dirt that we were getting off our body. It was pretty gross.

Other than that it was amazing, probably more so because of the fact that anything was amazing after the bus ride from hell. Our first plan was going eating, which was delicious and then we headed to the free beach. Here we just lounged around and did absolutely nothing. I read a little, had a stella and generally believed that life could not get any better. When it got too hot we would go down and cool off in the red sea, and then come back and lounge around some more. We didn’t really go swimming, as we were much too tired for that. We ended up leaving the beach and spending more time hanging out in Sol y Mar hotel where we could continue to lounge around.

After dinner, we went down to Naama Bay, to check out the town and eventually head to a club or something. In Naama Bay, Megan turned the tables on the hagglers as the first one gave her a free necklace. I think he also offered me 3 million camels for her, and as we learned from our guides in Aswan that a camel is worth about $1900 dollars, I gladly accepted the 3 million. I was later disappointed when he actually did not have 3 million camels to offer me. 3 Million Camels would have helped my monetary situation out greatly. However, in the next few places whenever they wanted us to sign their guestbook or whatever, Megan would ask for something for her. We ended up walking away with a necklace and 2 free little perfume things. It was a pretty good outing. However, the last one, when we really had no interest in buying something, seemed to bug the guy, so we called it a victorious night, and started the search for a good place to hangout. Eventually we settled on the Pacha Bar, supposedly the best club in Egypt. We got in at cheaper then expected, and once inside we, or I at least, was amazed by how nice and big it was inside. It was very different than the Big Easy, and apparently it is considered the number 54 club in the entire world. Unfortunately, for us the music was funky house, which I consider some of the worst club music ever. I didn’t know what to do with it. They didn’t play a single song I knew, and the whole experience was kind of awkward. Oh well, it was nonetheless an experience.