Running Amok in a Resort Town

Trip Start Apr 25, 2001
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Monday, October 11, 2004

Everyone's expectations of Hurghada had been lowered by Jody. She was telling us not to expect much more than a tacky resort town geared towards the throngs of Red Sea diving tourists. We were all pretty tired from the 4 hour drive from Luxor and our nerves were rattled by our driver's need to drive extremely fast around bends in the road.

We rocked up to our hotel at about 7pm, showered, made ourselves pretty and headed out for a meal. Jodes took us to a place called Papa's II and promised us the best steak ever. She was spot on... my 4 fillet steak with pepper sauce was amazing and even prompted Shannie to change her order after she laid eyes on mine. The music they played was great... all cheesy singalong stuff and we were ordering beer by the meter to get free t-shirts. That's a recipe for destruction. At one point someone challenged on of the girls to bite their own boob and this kept us amused for awhile as everyone else tried as well. Who knows.

After bulk beer (that smelled like egg farts) and countless sing-a-longs, it was time to move on. I was expecting to walk back to the hotel for an attempt at a quiet night as we were due to get on a ferry across to Sinai at 6am, but that would be silly now, wouldn't it?

Instead we all piled into a van and headed to the beach to a place affiliated with the restaurant called Papa's Beachclub. This is where things started to go wrong. Tequila was making an appearance along with lots of overpriced beers. I'm not sure how we all went from drowsy friends going out for a quiet meal to raging alcoholic dance machines in such a short period of time, but we did. I still think it was that dodgy egg fart beer, but we'll never know.

Papa's Beachclub was pretty empty when we arrived but had a really cool setup! Everything was outside, some of it covered and most of it open so you could see the stars. The dancefloor was a hard surface and there was a stage and a sitting area, but other than those bits, the floors were sand.

We took up a spot next to the empty dancefloor and started playing 'what's your name' with disasterous consequences. I turned into a dancing queen and set out to annoy the few people who were out dancing up a storm. I was an absolute terror that night, harassing bouncers and all sorts, but it got a few cheap laughs so I'm not too embarrassed.

As the place started to fill up there was talk about going home from some. Richie wasn't going to have this and started buying tequila shots for everyone and that's pretty much where we went wrong! Everyone was ridiculously drunk and running around like we do in London.

At some point I somehow got ahold of Jody's mobile phone and put it in my pocket for sefekeeping. When we all left, Jody and I walked out last together to find a pile of bodies having a huge 'stacks on' on the sand. The only thing to do was to jump in and my elbow smashed and my nose smooshed and at some point I lost her phone! She didn't even know I had the damned thing and the two of us got down on our hands and knees and were crawling around on the sand digging holes looking for it. Eventually, after a few minutes of looking like fools, a bouncer appeared with it and we were off!

As if the club wasn't manic enough, the bus ride home was pretty eventful as well. Bodies were everywhere, pants were coming down and asses were hanging out the window while we all sang an appauling rendition of 'New York, New York'. I retreated to my room and passed out but apparently a small splinter group stayed up playing pool till about 4am. This 6am ferry was going to be interesting!
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