Круиз по Нилу - Хургада Dana Beach Nile Cruise - Hurghada Dana Beach

Vacation in Egypt
Since this year's vacation fell much later at the end of October, we finally decided to spend it in Egypt. So far, we have only traveled to Europe. The travel agency advised us a week of Nile Cruise with visits to historical sites, and the second week of rest in Hurghada on the Red Sea at the Dana Beach Hotel. We almost always have a rest with a company and for this we usually chose the south of France, Italy or the Canary Islands of Spain. Moreover, when choosing hotels, they did not rely on comfort, all the same, they disappeared all day either on a hike or at sea. Three stars have always been enough for us. But the tour bureau advised us to change our habits and independent trips to nature. Below five stars in Egypt means a spoiled vacation with an acute reluctance to move further than 10 meters from the toilet.
After the blue of the Mediterranean Sea, under the wing everything turned yellow-brown - the Sahara.

The blue ribbon with green edges of the Nile River divided the Sahara to the horizon, and again everything turned yellow-brown. Over the Red Sea, the plane turned around and went to land. Below, as if drawn on a huge yellow sheet of paper, the hotel buildings floated by with adjacent green areas and blue pools - a stunning contrast to the desert. After landing, we immediately felt a change in climate - bright sun, warmth! There is a huge queue in the airport building before passport control. There were many tourists with children from Russia - school holidays. Two Egyptians ran between the tourists with a piece of cardboard with the words written in three (English, German and Russian) languages: "We will help you get through the control without a queue", and in Russian it was written in a larger font. "What is this"? said a tourist from Russia standing behind me with a child.
I answered very simply, for a certain amount you will even be carried in your arms, bypassing the queue! What more! the woman was indignant, stop! Indeed, I observed this - if someone did not want to stand in line, he approached them and they were dragged through the service door, bypassing the queue. At the same time, the gain in time was about 15 minutes. But the Arabs are inventive and maybe in the future they will guess instead of five employees to put one in order to lengthen this procedure and thereby increase the number of people who want to go out of line!
After checking, having received our luggage, representatives of the travel agency, Phoenix, were already waiting for us. We were put on a bus and we set off for Luxor.
We had five hours of driving through the desert and mountains. One of the tourists was still indignant for some time - the queue in the poorly ventilated airport building, the untimely arrival of the bus ruined her mood.
The wind carried paper and plastic bags through the sands, and if somewhere there was an obstacle, for example, in the form of a military facility surrounded by a net and barbed wire, then it all gathered again in a heap near the fence, or covered the barbed wire with shreds of multi-colored plastic bags, foil and paper, such here is a kind of camouflage ...Well, is it really impossible, if there are no garbage processing companies like in Europe, just to dig deeper holes outside the city and bury it all?
After the desert, the Nile valley greeted us with greenery, life is visible only along the Nile and irrigation canals. With the advent of settlements, checkpoints in the form of a birdhouse became more frequent on the road, from the window of which a Kalashnikov barrel and an Arab in uniform protruded, who usually slept in the shade of a tree or in the shade of the same birdhouse.

A couple of others, if not sitting under a tree, then regulated the traffic, passing one side of the traffic through a maze of iron barrels painted in the three colors of the national flag of Egypt. Sometimes, along with the military in uniform, there were civilians, "volunteers" in dressing gowns and turbans armed with guns of an unfamiliar pattern, and at the same time they looked like dushmans from films about Afghanistan. Where they would shoot if something happened, it is not known ...Yes, and how distinguishing your own from the attacker would also be a problem!
The road ran along the bank of a narrow canal, and on the other side, between the fields, there were villages, "dekhkans" of Bauers or peasants - in Russian. I was in some kind of trance, as if I was watching all this in some kind of documentary film. the corner of the planet Probably the Egyptians build housing only once, and no longer repair, they live until it collapses.
Walls rickety with palm-width cracks, roofs of reeds and clay sagging inward, rickety doors in duvals, wagons with donkeys harnessed in them loaded with hay or reeds, men in dressing gowns and skullcaps, women in black wrapped up to the eyes, flocks of barefoot dressed randomly kids. The houses (if you can call it that) were not much different from each other, and it was difficult to determine where the shed was, where the house in which people lived - everything was stuck together. All this stretched along the irrigation canal, from which they pumped water to the fields, in which they bathed, fished and dumped garbage into it! All this was reminiscent of the homeland - the villages of Tajikistan, and if you add 40 percent of devastation and 60 percent of unsanitary conditions!
In my opinion, the Russians still managed to bring more civilization to Central Asia than the British did in Egypt. Only satellite communication dishes on the roofs of these wrecked buildings reminded us of civilization.
Along the road, posters with a portrait of the president began to appear more and more often, sometimes against the backdrop of fields or fashionable buildings, moreover, in a suit with a tie and black glasses, well, a complete contrast to passers-by!
At the next checkpoint, his portrait (a box with his image) was attached to a tree and wires went up from it, to a pole, which means that at night it also glowed!

In Luxor, we had to go first to the airport - one couple vacationing in Hurghada, for unknown reasons, could not fly home from Hurghada and went with us to Luxor to fly from the airport in Luxor - some kind of inconsistency with logistics. Already at the airport, seeing our bus, eight guys rushed to catch up with us. One even grabbed the handle of the driver's door, others rushed nearby, looking into the windows and shouting something to each other. As soon as the bus stopped, they opened the luggage compartment and began to take out our suitcases.
The driver jumped out of the bus and yelled at them, apparently explaining that only two people were leaving the bus. After a temperamental exchange of words and gestures, they disappointedly loaded our suitcases back. We all looked at each other in bewilderment, probably everyone wanted to go and make sure that his suitcase was in place! It was a pity for these two who were left alone with this crowd of porters eager to earn money. The same thing happened when we drove up to the pier on the Nile, where the sailors from our ship were already waiting for us. We were met by a representative of "Phoenix" and gave everyone the keys with the number of the cabins and told us not to worry about the luggage, this is the work of the sailors.
This was their additional opportunity to earn. In general, in Egypt and other Muslim countries, tipping (baksheesh) is the most normal thing, even the brochures of the tour bureau warn about this.
Of course, in Germany it is also customary in restaurants or a car service, for example, if you liked the service, give a tip, but this is voluntary, and no one will remind you if you do not do this.
In Egypt, they may simply demand insolently if you do not do it yourself. On our ship, in order not to offend anyone (barkeepers who were in direct contact with tourists still received more often), they introduced a rule - 27 Euros were voluntarily withdrawn from each guest, which were divided among the whole team, and then there was no need to give Baksheesh more. But there are no rules without exceptions, for those who did not give baksheesh at the bar at least once, they poured a quarter of a glass of rum or whiskey, who gave - half! In the evening we went up to the upper deck to drink tea and watch the sunset. From all sides, from the minarets in different voices, who in bass who loudly shouted from the loudspeakers of the muezzins, calling the faithful to the evening prayer service.

From a distance it was heard like the sirens of ships, close as a howl. As we were told this is five times a day. There were many minarets, at night they were illuminated by multi-colored lights. During one excursion, we saw probably the poorest mosque in Egypt: the building was in a deplorable state, instead of a minaret, a structure of wooden sticks towered above the roof, which converged at the top with a cone on which a crescent moon carved from tin was attached (I filmed this in my video). A loudspeaker was bolted to one of these sticks. He yelled just at the moment when we were shown the temple and told in honor of whom it was built. It was so loud that the guide had to interrupt the story and wait until the muezzin screamed enough. Does the Almighty need this? However, it probably helps them - they have the sun, heat, and we have infidels at home - rain and cold ....!
Early in the morning I woke up from the fact that we set sail and moved against the current towards Aswan. After breakfast, I took my camera and went up to the upper deck near a small pool with a bar, basking in the sun and watching the landscape passing by. In some places it was really beautiful, picturesque palm groves and green fields and meadows on both sides, behind which the hills turned yellow - the Sahara began there. There was some indescribable feeling, am I really here, where thousands of years ago there was a powerful state in which they built pyramids and temples that are simply amazing in size. It is a pity that this view was sometimes interrupted by ugly built-up shores. Sometimes the facades of houses were plastered and painted turquoise, the other three walls of the house were not even plastered, bare brick or adobe masonry.
Very often the top floor was not completed, or just begun, or even just rusty fittings sticking out of the concrete. As the guide explained to us, the Egyptians live in several families in one house. Someone marries, and the next floor is built for a new family. A few years ago in Germany, the news showed the tragedy in Cairo. They built the same way - floor by floor, until the lower floor could not withstand the weight of the upper ones and the whole building collapsed.
Our voyage was interrupted by excursions to historical sites and to the remains of temples in various cities all the way to Aswan. We visited the Valley of the Pharaohs with a visit to three tombs, unfortunately a visit to the tomb of Tutankhamun was not included in the program. We went to a quarry where pink granite was mined for obelisks, where we were shown an unfinished obelisk, it is not clear how they were only going to take it out and install it in antiquity - the weight was several thousand tons ...

We went to the Aswan hydroelectric power station built by the Soviet Union, visited the monument in honor of friendship between the Soviet and Egyptian people. Cruise on the Nile is especially interesting for people who are at least a little interested in history. All these excursions were spoiled by importunate as flies merchants. Each exit from the mausoleums of temples and other sights passed through the bazaar, where they tried to hand you souvenirs, postcards, scarves, hats. Merchants stood right in the way, grabbed and dragged into their shop by the hand, sometimes they had to respond with rudeness in order to be left behind. The prices still did not correspond to reality - one merchant in the valley of the pharaohs stuck to us with three figurines for which he wanted 35 Euros, and saw us off to the bus! At the entrance to the bus, they already cost 5 Euros! Then I began to act by his own method - I offered 2 Euros and he lagged behind with annoyance. On the bus, I learned from the guide that the real price is one and a half Euros!
When I asked why he didn’t give them to me for two, he answered - you are not a local, you are a tourist from Germany. A good argument ...On one of the excursions, we left the temple to the bus stop, the driver was not there and we had to wait for him.
Traders rushed to us from all sides! One woman, having agreed on a price, went with the merchant to his shop and suddenly, with indignation, almost ran out of there. As it turned out, in the shop he again raised the price. One approached my friend and offered to buy a set of postcards about Egypt in German. “I don’t understand, ” he answered him in Russian and turned away. Oooh! Russian! The merchant was delighted and unfolded the same thing in Russian! Others asked to exchange euro coins for paper euros. exchanged for Egyptian money only paper currency.
Therefore, they tried to exchange coins from tourists for paper ones, but again, at the same time, they tried to slip an Egyptian one pound coin, which looked like a two-euro coin. In a hurry or with poor eyesight, this could not be noticed. And besides, in order to make it impossible to see the coins better, they put them up to five or ten euros in plastic bags. We were warned at the very beginning not to change money for anyone on the street. The policeman stopped this disgrace, driving them back from the parking lot. Also unprecedented for me - the police to protect tourists from the local population, a white uniform with a black bandage wide for the entire elbow with a gold border and an inscription in white letters - Touristik Police! After the merchants, on the other side, a flock of boys broke through to us, whom some bearded man had driven away from us with a stick before. They began to beg women, calling them the names of famous German models: Klaudia! Heidy! Schö ne Frau! bitte!

A friend's wife slipped a bag of cheap sweets to one of them, and he grabbed them and started running away with all his might, and the whole flock rushed after him! Are they really that hungry? Our guide seemed to tell us that in Egypt no one is in poverty and no one is starving, and the poorest families with many children receive social assistance with food and clothing. Or is it just hunting instinct? Well, as in our childhood, after all, they climbed into the collective farm garden for still green apples, although they were not hungry, just to tease the watchman for adrenaline! It was not only the children who begged, the police guarding us offered to take a picture of us with our own camera in the hope of getting baksheesh. In the valley of the pharaohs in the tomb, a self-proclaimed guide from the guarded personnel joined me - he began to show me the gods depicted on the wall with a flashlight, explaining who is who and repeating Danke, Danke after each sentence.
In response, I thanked him too and moved away from him. You will be left without pants if everyone is given baksheesh for different nonsense. I remembered Zadornov's speech on Russian TV. about his trip to Egypt - How could the people who built the pyramids turn into such beggars? However, for me they had nothing to do with this ancient people, they were the descendants of the Arabs who conquered Egypt. There are few indigenous people (Copts) left, and they, too, are already gradually switching to the Arabic language and customs. In any mausoleum, several bearded men in robes and turbans were always present, offering to take a picture with them for baksheesh. My friend and I stood near one of the statues in the Khachipsud temple to take a picture, and immediately one of them joined us! To keep him behind, I defiantly deleted this shot from the camera in front of him. Why do I need his face in the photo?
Well, at least then he dressed like an ancient Egyptian, as inventive Italians do, dressing as legionnaires and offering tourists to take pictures in Rome, for example, at the famous arena.
When our ship approached the shore, teenagers immediately appeared and plastic cans wrapped in rags flew towards us from the shore, so that we put money or sweets there and threw them back. The Germans are individualists, they go on vacation alone or in pairs, but here they also woke up an ancient instinct - they began to cluster. You feel more confident in a group. Having learned that we were going to Dana Beach after the Nile, we were joined by one couple, Frank and Manuela from Saxony. We quickly found a common language - everyone was born and raised under socialism. There were similar reminiscences, at least about how we gave a whole paycheck for jeans sewn in Georgia, "imported" jeans under the Soviet Union, or how they waited 20 years in line for a car under the GDR.

In the evening we went to dinner together and took each other places in the hall for animation, where they showed us their skills in belly dancing Egyptians or Nubian folklore, which already looked more like African.
On the penultimate day we were taken on an excursion to Luxor, driven along the main streets. It is not even necessary to talk much about how the rules of the road are observed in Egypt. Enough if I write that when our driver ran a red light and some passengers gasped, he replied that the Egyptians love all colors, so you need to go green in Egypt, but you can go red! The guide talked all the way about the culture, life and equality of women in Egypt, etc. . . Our women dress very beautifully and brightly, they dress and wear black for 40 days if someone dies in their relatives. "Look! I showed my friend through the window out into the street, it looks like there is an epidemic in the city and everyone in the family has died - the vast majority of women were in black!
When they talk about the equality of women among Muslims, it makes me ironic. Even here in Germany there was a case when one family of Turkish emigrants abandoned their daughter, just because they wanted to be the same as her German classmate friends. She refused to wear a headscarf and put on a miniskirt. For this, her brother stabbed her with a knife, tied her to a car with a rope and dragged her into the forest. And the family celebrated this as the restoration of the honor of their surname, which they allegedly sullied. And here, during the holidays, I never saw women anywhere, even at the checkout in the store. Only in the perfumery, where we were taken on an excursion, where we were shown and allowed to smell the extracts of plants from which French perfumes are made, women worked there. But only as assistants - they packed purchases for tourists. Again, there were men at the checkout.
On our ship, in any hotel or market or shop, we did not meet women who worked or sold something. It turns out that women are not supposed to work in a public place. In the cabin, sometimes for the sake of interest, I turned on Egyptian channels on the TV, watched films. All the women were dressed with a European bias, not one in a headscarf, not to mention a veil covering her face. Maybe somewhere else there is another Egypt and we were brought to the wrong place? It's not that I want to impose European style on the Arabs, for God's sake! Let every nation have its own culture. I was simply surprised by the contrast between what I saw on their TV channels and reality. It was already dark when the bus stopped in front of the bazaar, we were offered, as they say, to get in touch with Egyptian reality, to visit the local population. We had to go through the evening market.

The collection point was a tea house at the end of this bazaar, where a bus would be waiting for us. The bazaar was just a street, with shops located on each side selling souvenirs, robes, embroidered shirts, skullcaps. In other shops - exotic fruits, vegetables, in a butcher's shop right on the street meat hung on hooks, around which flies circled - not a very pleasant sight. There was a sweetish smoke in the air and the smell of spices and garlic. Wires with garlands of light bulbs illuminating the street and multi-colored candy wrappers were strung across the road. The road was unevenly paved with cobblestones and it was not safe to stare around without looking at your feet. Having gathered in groups and trying not to lose each other, we moved towards the Egyptians who were staring at us from all sides. . . An elephant was driven down the street, as seen on display! "It occurred to me!
Shouting out all the German words they knew, from the names of famous German stores to , , Ich Liebe Dich" (I love you), we were , , attacked" by merchants. From all sides, holding out colorful scarves, skullcaps, shirts to us, shouting, Rabat! 100% discount! "I wonder what they would say if I took the goods and left without paying, well, 100% discount on the price, after all! Women were addressed either by calling them Claudia, then Heidi, to men - Rambo!
Buy a nightgown! he stuck to me alone, holding in front of him a long white shirt, embroidered with patterns on the collar and on the chest. This was sometimes worn at night in old films by old people. Pick up another cap and I will look like Plyushkin, as he was depicted in one picture in the textbook of the reader. Probably older English people in the 18th century bought this from them, and they think in Europe they still go to bed in this! Near one teahouse, three people were sitting right on the street, and they were smoking with their eyes bulging at us.
Each had a hose sticking out in its mouth, which came from some kind of vessel, which was fired with charcoal. It was not clear what they were smoking, in my opinion they were not quite here! A girl ran up to me, touched my hand and ran away, the boy stuck to our Schoene Frauen (beautiful wives) with a request to buy from him pieces of papyrus with hieroglyphs and images of the ancient Egyptian gods, we were warned that on the streets tourists were not being sold papyrus, but an imitation from another plant and they even showed how to check if the papyrus is real or not. But to prevent the tourist from doing this, cunning merchants simply seal these pieces in transparent cellophane. We explained to him that we had already bought souvenirs and that the friend's wife gave him a bag of sweets to get behind. But taking them, he again stood on the road and extended his hand - and I still have a brother! Having received the second package, he overtook us again and begged a friend for a ballpoint pen.

In one shop we decided to buy green tea and Hibiscus tea. But it didn’t work out to buy, these scammers are constantly trying to cheat you. You bargain at one price, he fills you up, goes to the checkout and demands a different price! Hopes that the tourist is already uncomfortable or there is no time to bargain? Or just thinks we're idiots? We politely wished him a good evening and left. Usually after that they run after you, again offering a discount. But we refused, now on principle! Let them change their attitude towards us. They have a strange argument - in Germany you also have the same price. And why should we buy it here on vacation then?
At the end of the street, the already familiar boy again pestered us, but now we have simply sent him off. Cheeky!
The tea house was already waiting for us, it was full of people. But the chief of this establishment approached the table at the end of the street, at which the Egyptian women were sitting, and drove them away from there.
After that, he didn’t even want to sit at these tables, noticing this, he explained that this table was reserved for us and the women arbitrarily sat down at it. Maybe really ...But all the same, it was somehow not to your taste. Alles Gut? He asked as he gave us tea. After making sure that Alles we had Gut, he took a boiled egg out of his pocket, smashed it on the refrigerator in which the drinks were stored, cleaned it and put it in his mouth whole. He simply threw the shell on the floor and kicked it under our table. We looked at each other with irony, he also smiled back at us and went on. I wonder if he even got a glimpse of what we thought about it. . ? I am sure that this was not a sign of contempt for us, after all, we were his guests. I think that he didn’t think anything at all at that moment, as if it were necessary!
The next day we went to the last temple in Karnak according to the plan. For the first time we met many tourists from Russia.
Passing by one group, we heard their guide praising them. Never before have I had such a good group from Russia! Well, how not to tip here!
Probably, the brochures of Russian travel agencies do not advise what they advise in German on excursions to take into account the customs and culture of the local population and not wear miniskirts or too short shorts and low-cut T-shirts, so as not to "offend morals" or rather not provoke local men. Many young Russian women were dressed provocatively, and perhaps on purpose, they say: let them lick their lips!

Near one building, the workers laid out the street with a stone; instead of a level, they used an ordinary rail where the Europeans were before them! Instead of crushed stone, sand was laid under the stone - a guarantee that in a year or two everything will have to be done again, well, but there will be work! We went into one of the halls - one of the group advised us, they say, they are restoring the drawings and hieroglyphs carved on stone on the walls.
I watched him work a little and realized that he was not doing anything! Just one exhibit, well, of those who take pictures with tourists, found a new way to make money. He is just a small brush with which children draw at school (he cleaned the dust) from drawings scratched in stone. As soon as the tourist lingered too long near him, he extended his hand to him (baksheesh come on)! Do they really take us for stupid people?
In the evening we were offered to hire an open carriage and ride around the city. , , You will be able to see not only the main streets but also lanes in which there are almost no tourists", our guide explained to us. He advised us to make a trip only with those cabs that Phoenix hires, "and not to take private cabs, they are cheaper but there were cases when tourists were taken away somewhere, left them alone under the pretext: he allegedly needed to go out of need.
And the tourists sometimes sat in the carriage for up to half an hour, fighting off the togovtsy and just powders. And sometimes the coachman simply demanded twenty for the return journey, saying that 7 euros was a fee only for the first half of the journey, back is more expensive. We decided to spend the last evening on the ship on the upper deck by the pool and bar, what we saw in the past days was enough for us!
The next day we left the ship, the sailors carried our suitcases to the bus, and now they were not embarrassed to demand baksheesh for this, they still uzzha! The bus started moving and for the last time we looked through the windows at the buildings of Luxor, of which only offices, bank buildings and tourist hotels were intact. As the guide told us, tourism is quite an important income for the country, and in order to attract as many tourists as possible, ancient buildings from the time of the pharaohs are being restored. So in Luxor they dig up and restore the ancient road, demolishing all the buildings on its way.

I noticed that many Egyptians live in a city like in a village, they can keep living creatures on the balcony, near the entrance to the entrance you could see a donkey tied to a garbage can - maybe they will find something there. When leaving the city, our driver for a long time could not overtake a jeep loaded to the very end. Cargo in the form of boxes, disassembled furniture and mattresses covered with ropes at the turn squinted in one direction. But instead of stopping and adjusting the load, the driver struggled to keep the car that skidded to the side, wagging and at the same time occupying both sides of the traffic. That's what I guarantee to be surprised every day in Egypt!
Halfway to Hurghada they paused, how else could there be a bazaar right there! But we already knew the best way to deal with merchants - if you're approached, turn your back and act like they don't exist for you.
It works best, but once you pay attention to a thing, it's hard to get off. And if you went to their shop ....You will not be allowed to calmly examine the goods, they will grab and poke you everything that you looked at and bargain, while they will grab your hands, slap on the shoulder. They bombard your wife with compliments, they will hang scarves on her shoulders, wear hats on her head, and you won’t leave without buying at least a lighter, and he will sell it for more than a fellow tribesman! All this causes the opposite reaction, knowing these features of eastern trade, you even try not to get involved. Already from the window of the bus, we watched how one elderly tourist ran into his bus from the merchant, who, well, really wanted to sell him a women's hat! He was not allowed on the bus and he continued to stand at the entrance shouting something and pointing the amount with his fingers, trying on his hat. We did not see how this comedy ended, we moved on.
Our Dana Beach hotel, along with a group of other hotels, stood apart from Hurghada, probably so that tourists were away from the local population. There were hotels along the sea, shops on the other side across the road. Here we seem to have entered another world. There are no garbage heaps anywhere, everything is green, trimmed, well-groomed! On the territory of the hotel itself is generally lovely. Probably in such places the Egyptian cinema shoots its films, but nowhere else!

A lot of good things have already been written about Dana Beach in the reviews of tourists, I can only join. The hotel is somewhere at the level of four stars in Spain in the Canary Islands, but the service is better! In vain, some Russian tourists write that tourists from Germany are assigned the best buildings. In the brochure "Phoenix" about Dana Beach, I read that you can reserve two classes of rooms, which one you ordered and you will receive.
I did not do this, as I already wrote, this is not the most important thing for me, we got rooms in the first building with a balcony, the main thing was that it was clean, cleaner than, for example, in Greece! . I turned on the TV and realized that there were Russians in front of us in the room, the RTR immediately turned on. The fact that some write that the Russians are treated worse than the Germans is also nonsense in my opinion. We often ordered drinks either in Russian or in German, the service was the same!
We went for breakfast to Kaiser, who was right in front of our building, "were having lunch on the beach. I liked dinner most of all in Asian, delicious! But chaotically (well, Asian! ) There was no calm atmosphere like in a restaurant, it looked more like a large dining room. Between the tables they rushed waiters, some with wine, some with beer. And if you don’t have time to cover the glass with your hand, they will fill it again and again! . Therefore, after finishing the glass, I turned it upside down on a napkin. For a week, we didn’t even have time to visit all the restaurants!
The animation is mostly in German, but I think this will change in the near future, the Egyptians learn quickly! After dinner we went to the bar near the tower. There was also a disco until 23.00. The music is mostly from the 70s and 80s. So the hotel is just for those who are over forty but with the soul of 25 year olds : -)

There are no merchants, but animators are annoying on the beach, then one will come and offer a massage, then a haircut. And of course the prices...60 euros for a massage, 15 euros for a haircut. When I told him that in Germany I can go for a massage for 30 euros and a simple haircut costs from 7 to 11 euros, he did not believe me. See what is worth in Germany, they know better than those who live there. , . It was necessary to speak Russian with him, maybe he would have left behind, "our new acquaintances from the former GDR advised. As soon as the animator (he called himself Mario) heard the word Russian, he immediately returned and began to offer everything the same now in Russian!
To get rid of, we promised to think, it would be better not to promise, the Arabs do not forget anything when it comes to their earnings! In parting, he asked us to come to the show in the evening, there will be an international show, I will dance the lady to the music of Kalinka-Malinka, "he promised. When he finally left, Manuela shook her head, do they even know any language? I think even if they don't know, they will come next time with a dictionary, and still they will sell their own! In the evening, Mario "actually performed, well, at least he would dress like a nesting doll and at first he would look at how approximately the lady was dancing! What he portrayed was a Papuan dance to Kalinka-Malinka! A group of girls from Russia performed much more interesting the previous evening.
At sea, in order to swim with a mask, it was necessary to walk along the sandy spit on the left side of the lagoon to the open sea, where the water was cleaner and even warmer. But it was not safe for Frank to be surfed.
On the beach, another animator offered us an excursion on a motor yacht to coral reefs, for 60 euros per person. It seemed to us a little expensive, in our travel agency they offered us the same thing for 28 euros. The next day, he again approached us, having learned that we were informed, he asked the price. We offer you for 25 euros, he lowered the price. The next day we consulted and decided to take the services of a travel agency. On the beach, he approached us again, having learned that we had already bought this excursion, he told us: "You could buy from me for 18 euros. " I answered him that we simply do not trust people like him. When he began to resent I reminded him that the first time he found out that we had just arrived and when we had no idea how much it cost, he broke 60 euros ...That was the tariff for that day, and today we offer another one, we do not have a firm prices, "- he was not at all taken aback ...In my opinion, they will come out of any water clean and dry!

I enjoyed the coral tour. The first time we were dropped off on a sandy island, it was like an introduction to those who had not yet snorkeled. The second time we were brought to one place, where dozens of yachts stood, one next to the other as if strung on a thread. The water was teeming with people in fins, I soon lost my group, I didn’t recognize anyone in masks, there were more people around me than fish! Every now and then you run into someone and risk getting hit in the face with the fins of another diver. So I ended up among the French, then emerged among the Russians. Newly arriving yachts sailed by without caring at all about the people in the water! It was too much! I returned to our yacht, and when the animator asked me why I did not swim, I expressed all my displeasure to him! Well, is it really impossible for safety reasons to anchor 300 meters further? The rest were of the same opinion and we went away from this paddling pool.
The third time we went into the water where there was no one else besides us. That was already interesting, I have never swum in a mask in such clear water! And I have never seen so many colorful fish and corals.
One evening we decided to take a walk in front of the hotel, we went across the road to the Cleopatra store. It was already arranged in a European way, no one pestered or shoved things in the face, and they had prices. And at the entrance of one shop there was an announcement in general. Here no one will pester you, you can safely look and choose the goods. Finally! At least someone got it! I myself did not see anything worthwhile that could be brought home. Gold, it seemed to me, was no cheaper than in Germany, this is in large jewelry stores. And it’s cheaper to buy it from small ones, there was no trust! Yes, and we came here to relax, and over time, souvenirs only clutter up housing. Sellers love Russian tourists, they buy more.
In Russia, it is customary to bring souvenirs from vacation to friends and relatives, well, maybe even to the boss, a figurine of Cleopatra on the desk for letting go on vacation! : -) The fact that some tourists from Germany write about Russians, saying that they are too noisy and drunk, I also cannot agree. In Dana Beach, everyone behaved peacefully. Maybe because there were mostly married couples of different ages and with children. And I saw both Russians and Germans who had drunk well, but everything was within the bounds of decency. And as for the noise - Russians go mostly with families and company, and in a company it is always noisier and more fun! Our group became friends during the cruise and we also stuck together, and the noise from us was also not small! In my opinion, there are just people who are better off relaxing on the moon!