Terrace of the Yallah
Trip Start
Feb 08, 2010
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Trip End
Mar 04, 2010
Where I stayed
The Black Prince
We tried out a new breakfast location, at the Dolphin, our food cooked by Mohammed who was managing the place all by himself, and which a cat managed to sneakily share with us. Mohammed have us free Bedouin tea afterwards. While there I realised that my camera had broken, must have been the wet wind of the storm yesterday trashing it.
Simmeri wanted to talk about Liz again, wanted to know if Olivier had been in her bed, and wanted to tell me of his eternal love for her.
I got a nice hug from acrobatic yoga Ben who was leaving the next day, and I saw Bob. Joseph was away with his Dutch girlfriend. Bob said their business meeting coming up in Cairo was very important. For now their travel agency only covered the Sinai area, but buying a company in Cairo would enable them to cover the whole of Egypt.
Liz caught up with us back at the Jasmine, having finally shaken off Olivier and having some feelings coming back for her Egyptian lover boy. She had it in mind to pay him another visit. She took Rosina off searching for shells on the beach, and I went walking with Jeremy.
We came upon Ian looking quite Arabic with clean white ethnic clothes, a tanned face and very black hair. He had so enjoyed his trip to Cairo, had seen belly dancing there, and had taken a boat ride along the river Nile.
Liz and the others joined us for an evening out.
Liz got to see her Egyptian beloved again who of course was so happy to have her attentions back again.
We had karkady tea with Bob, and then went for beers on the terrace of the Yallah, overlooking the town, the sea, distant Arabia and the full shiny moon in the sky. Liz and I played a game, giving marks out of ten to each man who passed on the path below. The children took much joy in joining in our game. But oh, there were so many zero's, and so few men getting marks over five. Then suddenly there was our Joseph walking past with his Dutch lady and we all waved eagerly calling out 'ten'!!!
The raucous ladies game dying down, we moved on to the Rush so the kiddies could play snooker there. But there were far too many people around for them to get a look in, mostly a druggy looking English bunch who were not going to make way for children.
Simmeri wanted to talk about Liz again, wanted to know if Olivier had been in her bed, and wanted to tell me of his eternal love for her.
I got a nice hug from acrobatic yoga Ben who was leaving the next day, and I saw Bob. Joseph was away with his Dutch girlfriend. Bob said their business meeting coming up in Cairo was very important. For now their travel agency only covered the Sinai area, but buying a company in Cairo would enable them to cover the whole of Egypt.
Liz caught up with us back at the Jasmine, having finally shaken off Olivier and having some feelings coming back for her Egyptian lover boy. She had it in mind to pay him another visit. She took Rosina off searching for shells on the beach, and I went walking with Jeremy.
We came upon Ian looking quite Arabic with clean white ethnic clothes, a tanned face and very black hair. He had so enjoyed his trip to Cairo, had seen belly dancing there, and had taken a boat ride along the river Nile.
Liz and the others joined us for an evening out.
Liz got to see her Egyptian beloved again who of course was so happy to have her attentions back again.
We had karkady tea with Bob, and then went for beers on the terrace of the Yallah, overlooking the town, the sea, distant Arabia and the full shiny moon in the sky. Liz and I played a game, giving marks out of ten to each man who passed on the path below. The children took much joy in joining in our game. But oh, there were so many zero's, and so few men getting marks over five. Then suddenly there was our Joseph walking past with his Dutch lady and we all waved eagerly calling out 'ten'!!!
The raucous ladies game dying down, we moved on to the Rush so the kiddies could play snooker there. But there were far too many people around for them to get a look in, mostly a druggy looking English bunch who were not going to make way for children.


