TRAVEL THERE: SOMETHING YOU WOULDN’T EXPECT
After our amazing day on the Red Sea, it was nap time – only instead of napping, I washed my hair. I had borrowed a towel from the room for our boat trip and the room steward (no maids) penalized me for it. We’d started the stay with an armload of fluffy towels, but when I got back from the day on the yacht, the towel nazi had only left me one bath towel to accompany the one (I guess) he thought I was trying to steal. It was funny how they all spoke such great English until that very moment. Suddenly, we couldn’t communicate at all. It was a small thing, but it left a distinctly bad taste in my mouth.
Out for the Evening
Niece Maggie and her family invited us out for dinner. They wanted to show us the hotel they’d stayed at during their honeymoon. They hadn’t booked an over-the-top suite, like Bassem and Mariam were enjoying at the Baron Resort, but Maggie and Shady wanted us to share their memories. Except for some security rigmarole going in and out of the hotels we really hadn’t had to deal with much in the way of security in Sharm. That changed on this evening.
They let us into the hotel with relative ease, but then we wanted to go take a look at the pools – yes I said pools, as in plural. For some reason this was a problem. Maybe they thought we were going to try to swim. Maybe they thought we were trying to gain access to guestrooms. I don’t know, but they certainly didn’t want us to visit the pool. Bill and I weren’t all that worried about it. A hotel pool is a hotel pool – am I right?
However, it was obvious Maggie and Shady were really disappointed, so Mr. Bill went into action. He strolled over to the desk and gave them a piece of his mind. He told them the honeymoon story. He told them we were Americans (as if that wasn’t obvious). Then he resorted to pressure. He pointed out that we were guests at their sister hotel just down the street. He mentioned Ayman’s name. He told them I was a travel blogger. I’m not sure what changed their mind, but Bill had to turn his room key or something like that over to them while we were poolside.
I will admit the pools were beautiful. Deep navy tile with white trim. We’re still not sure exactly what they were trying to protect when they wanted to prevent our visit. We had some dinner, which was delicious, but then they gave us the run around on paying the tab. We had to go to the front desk to pay and then the tip couldn’t be charged on the card. Weird.
A Real Treat
Next Niece Mirette came to take us to the Sharm Cathedral. An exterior view is above, but it does nothing to prepare you for the gorgeous interior. I could wax eloquent about all the details, but I will let the cathedral speak for itself. As amazing as the visit was from an architectural and religious standpoint, what was most apparent to me was the love the people of the cathedral have for my niece. They opened up late in the evening just so they could show us. Everyone onsite knew my niece. They were obviously and ostentatiously fond of her. I was so proud of her for this. Enjoy the beautiful cathedral, then come back next week for our final day in Sharm.