Ah, Egypt! we thought that after much deliberation that our choice of holiday to Egypt was a choice well made. Being our first holiday away together as a couple me and my beautiful girlfriend thought we were on to a winner! A medium haul plane journey to a mysterious and gorgeous looking country where we were going to soak up the sun, visit the many places of intrest and experience the local culture. Thats what we planned to do anyway......
Where to start? Well lets start at the beggining shall we? We arived at S-E-S airport early evening, tired but excited and thankful that we had actually got there because the Thomas Cook plane that we travelled on was such a piece of rusty junk that I found myself quite bewildered that we were being sheparded on to it. If it wasn't for the fact that I had taken some valium to help me relax on the plane and felt quite out of it due to the fact that this was the first time i had taken it (on a friends advice) I doubt if I would have even got on the motor propelled watering can with wings! After some more herd like treatment we made it through customs (where we had to fork out unexpected money on a pair of visa's), we were given our first warning as to what to expect as treatment by the locals. As we approached the coach that would take us to our final destination we encountered a young Egyption guy grabbing other passengers bags and launching them on to the coach before sticking his hand in their faces and demanding a tip! Now I happened to notice that this guy had on no recognisable uniform and was in fact just some random local out to make some money off of the "rich" English people. I therefore kindly declined his offer to mistreat our suitcases and done it myself, to wich his face turned to thunder and he rasped something (probably curses) in arabic at me and turned his attention to the next coach where his cover had not yet been blown. After our arrival at the hotel, wich was the last stop I might add, we were again treated like farm animals and proccessed at reception. The bellhop who showed us to our room appeared to be very nice, offering to take our luggage all on his own and leading the way with enthusiastic gestures and noises(he was one of the few who didn't talk English). Then once we were in the room, one of Egypts most reoccouring themes sprouted its head,"tip" he managed to say before the now customary hand under nose farewell that I was yet to endure for the rest of the holiday.
Now that we had arrived we were decidedly hungry due to the long travel time and absolutely terrible excuse for food that was dished up on the plane wich we decided not to eat. We took a stroll down to the dinner hall trough the, very pleasent, hotel. The style of the building was very open and breezy with plenty of shady places to avoid the relentless sun. Anyway once at the hall the feast that was before our eyes was sumptuous to say the least. We turnt to face each other and giggled such was the excitement that the sight of this food had brought. But alas!, looks can be decieving. As we approached the mass of apparent delights our excitement grew untill the point that we were filling our plates to the point of overflowing and getting extra plates for the excess that our hunger ravenged bellys were asking us for with bongo style drum beats and lion loud growels from deep within our torso's. We hurried to our table, careful to not drop a crumb and sat down.We were about to gorge ourselves silly when we were aproached buy one of the waiters and to or pleasent surprise were introduced to Ahmed. Now Ahmed is one of the nicest people that I have ever met. The same goes for all the waiting staff at the hotel, absolutely brilliant! There is not enough that they can do for you. But this is small change compared to the horrendous assault on my senses that this food was going to cause me. UUUUUUUURRRRRGH! Now we had plenty on our plates to warrant a little try of everything but as we worked our way through the plates of culinary disasters that was being passed off as food, trying an iota of each as we went, it was slowly dawning on us that if this was the quality now, on a Friday evening, when all the guests would be looking to have an even more enjoyable evening then usual, then the next two weeks were not going to fare much better. I was right. We decided to make a run for it from the restaurant when no-one else would see the waste of food we were leaving and head down to the Italian restaurant that was within the grounds of the hotel itself. Now absolutely famished we decided to order some spag bol to save us from collapse only to be given something else wich was again, not very nice. This though, we had to pay for and because of that I found myself eating it anyway. Now my girlfriend on the other hand could not manage this either. So for that evening dinner for her was a Twix and some pringles that were purchased on the plane. And so for the next two weeks we lived off of coffee and bread in the mornings and each day we would go to the geat hall of food based torture to try and find one thing we could stomach and eat lots of it. We didn't manage to eat every day such was the food and found the daily trips to hunt for something edible got daily worse because all the Russian guests(and there were lots and lots of them) who were managing to eat everything and everything in sight. This in turn would make us long for food and I found myself dreaming about a bowl of Shreddies!
Now I think this might be coming across as a bad review but it isn't. Its a good one! Its just the quality of the food is so poor I feel I needed to get that off of My chest. As for the rest of the holiday, it was wonderful! The beach is a wonderful place to laze away a day and there are lots of excursions to keep you occupied. We went quad biking through the desert and watched the sun setting over a mountain while camped at a little bedouin tent where we drunk tea(very sweet) and smoked a shish(very smokey).
We also went to Cairo by coach wich even if the journey is hard, its excellent value for money. Oh I will say this, when and if you go to the pyramids do not let any of the locals draw you in to conversation or"give" you anything. A firm but polite no is needed in all instances even if it takes you repeating yourself ten times over.
One of our best days was when we went diving for the day. The whole day, from relaxing on the boat in the sun or to five metres under staring at the oddest shaped fish you're ever likely to see, the day is great and I would love to it all over again.
There are many more things that were available but they do cost you and they will not be as cheap as you think or would be lead to believe by Thomas Cook reps. We took £1200 spending money for two weeks and done the lot and still didn't get to do all we wanted to do. So you have been warned!
Another thing that comes to mind is the cabs. They will try and mug you off. And don't believe all this "you can rent one for a whole day for ten pounds" rubbish that our agent told us whilst booking. Its not like that at all. The cabs are, I think, more expensive then at home in london.
Anyway I could go on but I think I've said enough. By all means go, but be warned, the food is awful.




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