TRAVEL THERE: CLIMB ON YOUR QUAD AND DRIVE
Imagine a sheik has invited you to his desert oasis for a banquet. What would you expect? What would you wear? Well, let’s pretend my nephew Ayman is the sheik and I’ll tell you about our night under the stars.
Transportation
For this adventure we had a van, that took us to a place that rented quads to tourists. Some of the girls wanted their own vehicle but I was content to climb up behind my hubby. Off we went into the horizon. In every direction it seemed there were miles and miles of sand, but straight ahead was a mountain and we headed towards it.
As we departed the rental facility, the mountain appeared no further away than the length of a football field, but as we took out across the sand, it seemed to back away from us. At the same time, it got bigger and bigger and bigger. The ride was a lot of fun, even if it was a little tame. We had to line up and follow the leader. Bill tried to jazz it up a little bit, but was admonished to get back in line and behave. It was kind of like one of those trail rides where your horse plods along in a rut he’s trodded along for decades. You were imagining galloping along with the wind in your hair and all you got was dirt between your teeth. On the quad you got wind in the hair alright, but you also got sand in every imaginable crevice. Still it was fun.
The Oasis
Our destination was no oasis. I didn’t even see a palm tree – merely a collection of tables in a nook below the mountain. We were among the first guests to arrive. We settled around what seemed like an advantageous table and let the evening unfold. Service was, to say the least, slow.
While I wouldn’t say we were in a hurry, you really don’t want to leave these guys without any entertainment for very long – otherwise they will make it up. Soon plastic cups and adult beverages came out of the bags some of the ladies had brought along. As groups wandered in and began to fill the tables around us, our guys started providing some of that entertainment they are famous for coming up with. Yes, that’s my husband waving the checkered scarf.
Just as night fell, the servers began to pass out platters of food. It was, in fact, so dark that we had to guess at what we were eating. While it was not the best food we had in Egypt, it was OK and no one got sick. Then the entertainment began in earnest. If you’ve been following this trip on my blog, you won’t be surprised to know there were belly dancers and sword dancers and belly dancers and fire dancers and belly dancers and native music and belly dancers and whirling dervishes.
The best part was the whirlers. I’d seen quite a few of them by this time and pretty quickly you get down the shared repertoire. However, these guys didn’t just whirl around on the stage and then go their merry way. Oh no. There was a rock ledge right behind the benches we were sitting on and suddenly we had a whirler doing his stuff right next to us. Yes, it was pretty cool.
When the whirlers were done, the sword dancers came out and shortly thereafter it was time to drive back to the bus. After our second quad trip, I felt grimy in places I didn’t even know were places. We crawled onto the bus for the trip back to the hotel, but we couldn’t get into bed until we’d done something about the grime. Sweet dreams until next week, when we’ll go yachting.
TRAVEL THERE: IT DOESN’T GET MUCH BETTER THAN THIS
The scenery was gorgeous, which was a real treat, but the time with family was even more precious. I see my husband’s relatives in fits and starts. We spend a few days together and then go our separate ways. The kids have to get used to me all over again every time and then about the time they think they like me, the visit is over. By the time I see them again, they’ve forgotten who I am. While the situation is not as pronounced with the adults, there is so much to catch up on that we never get very far past superficial conversations about current events in their lives. This trip gave us enough time to get past all that and have really wonderful conversations about their lives.
Our boat skimmed smoothly through the sea. I thought we were going to an island and had packed accordingly, but instead our destination was a popular diving/snorkeling site. I had anticipated putting on my swimsuit and strolling along the shore of the island – perhaps going even deeper in the water, but there was no way I was going to hop into the water when I couldn’t touch the bottom. You see, I’m not a great swimmer. There was a time I passed all the swimming and life-saving tests, but after a summer of teaching at the local pool, I quit spending so much time in the water. Bill’s family all love the water and they don’t understand, but they finally learned I’m not abstaining to get their attention and I’m very happy to observe them having fun.
We motored away from the swimming spot and soon it was time for lunch and what a lunch – one of the best meals of the whole trip. The trip back to dock was quieter than the first leg of the trip, but what a sweet time it was. All of us gravitated to the bow section and sat together on cushions. No one said much, but there wasn’t much that needed to be said.

TRAVEL THERE: WHAT’S NEXT SHARM?
Our destination was a mall, but is wasn’t like anything we have in Dallas. Here in Dallas we are serious about shopping. There they also shop.



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