Great to learn something new. During our visit to the pyramids our guide asked if we had heard of the Solar Ships. These were ships dismantled and buried in pits adjacent to the pyramids. One has been excavated and rebuilt after nearly 5000 years.
This particular pit is 30 metres long and covered by 41 blocks of stone each 1.8 mtrs X 4.5 mtrs X .85 mtrs weighing 18 tonnes. The are remnants of the ropes and bindings and one original oar. The reconstruction is amazing.
Now I know why we avoid travelling during the school holidays! Falcon flight Dublin to Sharm el Sheikh bit like a sardine can and, can you believe, it no bar service at all!!
Arrived in one piece and flew through immigration with no problems which is quite an achievement for Egypt. There was a taxi awaiting us and we were whisked away to the Savoy. As one would expect reception was efficient, our luggage disappeared and we were escorted to our room. The sea view from the balcony was not apparent; it being around 10.30 local so we made straight for the bar. It is a strange feature of Egypt, or Sharm in particular, that nowhere seems to serve dry ginger. Still we managed without. My one complaint is that the smoking ban has not caught on and although they have a no smoking area the fans ensure that the offending cloud is spread evenly around.
We left after one and walked up to Soho Square, the hub of the complex; dancing fountains and music ice rink, bazaar etc. etc. Of course there has to be a bar called “the Queen Vic” with the mandatory English menu! We found a small “cafe” and indulged in an Egyptian kebab and Lebanese spicy cheese salad washed down with the local beer. Good choice.
The long day caught up with us and we returned to take a nightcap in our room. Discover that there is a “pillow menu” offering six different styles and fillings. Settled for what was already on the bed!
Friday morning and we looked out over the bay with the sun shining – intermittently it must be said – and the temperature a pleasant 24⁰. Breakfast was as good as one would expect. In this part of the world it best to avoid bacon and sausages! Fresh dates, figs, oranges, all the eggs cooked while you wait and lots of those nice little pastries…yum!
We wandered past the pools and down to the beach and then back up to book our table for the New Years Eve Dinner. It’s split up so that you can be at home in a Tux or with the kids in casual. We were in the Egypt Hall; all adults in DJs.
Josephine booked her wash and blow dry for the next day and I had a manicure. There was a bookies widow called Elaine from Glasgow having a pedicure and her first question was “Are you a Celtic or a Rangers supporter”. Oh well, nothing much changes. We exchanged life stories whilst the girls worked away at our nether bits.
Would you believe it we are sitting next to the pool having a burger and a beer and it has started raining. Well a couple of small spots. They put the electric awning over the tables so no problem!
It's this big - Honest
Saturday, New Years Eve and all’s well. We spent a lazy day doing not a lot. Lunch at the Seafood Island restaurant and the rest of the afternoon on the beach couture watching. Then back to get Josephine to the hairdressers ready for the evening’s festivities.
The New Year party was a great success. To serve a buffet to 450 without having to queue takes a bit of organising! The star cabaret act was the Chinese circus with Egyptian dancers being a close second. New Year was heralded in for the Russians at 10.00 and for the rest of us with a Brazilian combo at midnight local. The Disco proved too much and we bailed out about 1am.
They were serving breakfast until 3pm so we did not hurry and spent the day on the beach. We had booked the Teppanyaki for dinner and shared it with a Dutch couple and a Russian woman with her young daughter; later joined by an intensely English guy from Sussex with his American wife and with whom we were finally asked to leave so that they could start the second sitting. We decamped into the bar for another bottle of wine and to put the world to rights: as one does.
Finally got round to snorkelling along the reef on Monday: stunning corals and fish. No underwater camera unfortunately: will have to get one of those waterproof cases for the compact. Life on the beach nearly as interesting.
We spent the evening in Soho Square. There is food hall with various outlets and a cabaret. Unfortunately neither the food or the cabaret lived up to expectations, still it was an inexpensive way of making a mistake! We went back into the main square and indulged in an Irish and Mexican coffee, which were as good as one gets, and enjoyed the girl band.
Tuesday and it is back to the beach people watching. A bit windier today and only 22⁰! Just finished my second book of the holiday, Cold Comfort Farm, a real scream if you like parodies. The first was Evelyn Waugh’s “Handful of Dust”: I’m getting very literary!!
In fact the rest of the holiday was spent not doing a lot and soaking up as much sun as possible. As the News of the World used to advertise “All Human Life is Here” and there was an amazing cross section of it at the beach and around the pools hailing from Ukraine to Yorkshire and Baltimore to Bangor. Quite mesmerising in a number of ways.
There are a number of shots of the male form but it is sad to relate that they were in no way able to compete, either in number or esoteric form, with the ladies. They did prove interesting though.
All too quickly it was over
Our taxi was booked for 5am Thursday morning but, in typical Egyptian fashion, it did not appear and my attempts at nonchalant indifference finally left me at 6 when the Desk was unable to raise any cab at all. We ended up being taken to the main road in a buggy and the ever efficient Security Guard network finally trapped one. Shouldn’t have worried we ended up in the check in queue three behind a couple who had been bundled into a coach at 4.30!