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Dahab

The next morning I was to catch the bus to Dahab but instead it went like this.
To taxi driver: "Do you know Turgoman Bus station?"
"Yes yes get in."
I get in. We start off in the wrong direction.
"Where are you going?" I ask.
"Tahrir" the reply.
"La La, Turgoman"
"Where?"
"Turgoman"
Confused look.
I get out my phrase book, "Turgoman mahhattat al-baas."
Confused look.
"Al - Baas, Dahab"
"Oh! Oh! Turgoman"
"Naam Naam"

What should have taken 5 minutes took 30 and i missed the bus. I got the next one 5 hours later.

On my previous crossing of the suez canal is was dark so i didn't get to see anything. This time around it wasn't much different. I couldn't see the canal until I noticed what i thought was a building but it moving across the desert. It was the bridge of a ship and that all i saw.

Once in Dahab i stayed at the same camp as three weeks ago. I set out about doing as little as possible as soon as I could before going back to the mind fuck that is London.

Other than doing nothing for 5 days i did go snorkeling at place called the 'blue hole'
and went hiking in a place called the coloured canyon and white canyons.

Thats it. Write again from London.
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