Return to Dahab – Dahab, Egypt

Just in the 100 pound ($15) taxi from Sharm to Dahab watching the desert go by. We were lucky our driver would take us even though he was being threatened by the “mafia”20111108-004542.jpg which consisted off a young man with really bad teeth and his equally scary friend who sped up in a beaten up old hatchback on it’s last legs. I was only half joking when I asked if we were in danger of being hijacked and shot…these were those kinda people. 20111108-004157.jpg

This is rough land and I am talking about more than the razorlike jagged rocky mountains which seem to go on forever, layer upon layer. As we left the city limits I noticed several packs of camels wandering about. Wild camels! I thought it would be cool to jump on one and ride it to Dahab but I’d like to get there before Christmas. 20111108-004213.jpg

As we headed deeper into the desert there was nothing but rock, random cement box villages every so often and check points with a couple lazy (but smiling) Egyptians with big machine guns. They would peer in lackadaisically and nod us on. I fought off two determine flies that had hitched a free ride while I watched the trash strewn landscape dotted by rotting camel carcasses in various states of decomposition. The ones near the highway were clearly roadkill but what did the others die from? Anyway, it was creepy. That area only lasted for about five minutes then the last forty five minutes of the hour long ride was much more pleasant.

We arrived into Dahab and found our hotel right away unloading our stuff then setting off to explore. Lee was dead set on diving the whole time he was here but I wasn’t sure. After listening to the hard sell from one of the best dive shops I was actually completely turned off. Pressure doesn’t work well with me. I left Lee behind to plan his week in the water while I reacquainted myself with the charming hippy hangout/divers Mecca. I must have thrown off the don’t-mess-with-me vibe because the shop keepers and restauranteurs kept their distance for the most part as I sauntered up the promenade. Dahab has changed a bit in the last ten years but the unique flavor is still the same so a part of me felt confidently right at home.

Grateful for presence.


This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply