Return to Sinai
That's it. The agonizing's over. We're off to Sinai in the morning. Restocked with goggles and flippers and carrying enough ouzo to keep a Greek taverna happy for a week. Since we are nevertheless somewhat concerned about the possibility of a full blown Al Qaida attack on our particular stretch of the beach , we called our friend Muhamad who runs a not particularly popular place called Tuti Kofi (it's a long story) and were answered by Adam, the Sudanese cook. He didn't actually remember who we were but still said ahalan wa sahalan , and how many chushot (straw huts) do you need?
To be continued...
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