Sunrise Kommynizm Palace
"From each according to his ability, to each according to his needs"
Louis Blanc
I don’t know if the owners of Egyptian (as well as Turkish and other hotels) read the work of this man, but they perfectly brought his slogan to life. From each according to his ability (at what level of stardom and class the hotel was able to collect, you fly there), to each according to his needs (everything you might need for a carefree holiday is on the hotel premises). For the first time we rested in an all-inclusive hotel and were able to fully appreciate all the advantages of this system. I say the advantages, because the disadvantages (except for the price) could not be found.
On previous trips, my wife and I were content with three or four star hotels with a breakfast-dinner system. It was a well-reasoned choice - we used the hotel as a place to sleep, we spent all daylight hours on excursions, shopping and just walking around Hurghada.
The current trip was planned with a child (daughter, Margot, 3.3 years old), which could not but change our criteria for choosing a hotel and food system.
Initially, we wanted to fly in February, but because of the revolution, the plans had to be adjusted. My good friend at the travel agency listened to our wishes about the trip (all, 4-5 star hotel, resort is not important, 2 + 1 settlement, good beach, from ten nights stay) promised to call in case of an interesting situation.
We did not have to wait long, in early March, with her help, we booked the Sunrise Garden Resort 5 * hotel for eleven nights. According to her, the price for this tour package ($1.545) was twenty percent less than usual. The departure time suits me very well (22.03. 11 at 6.20 there and 02.04. 11 at 18.30 back). I skim reviews of the hotel, consult with tourists who have been there and book a tour. As it turned out, very on time, the next day there were no more seats on the flight ...
Short gathering did not take long, and here we go to bed, having previously set the alarm time for three nights. Waking up on a call, we dress and wake up the child. My daughter was fast asleep, but when she heard the offer to go and see the fish, she immediately woke up and began to hurriedly get ready; -). An additional incentive was the promise to fly by PLANE! ! ! We leave the entrance, where my friend is already waiting for us by car. I never use regular taxi services unless absolutely necessary. There are many reasons, but the main two are the reckless driving style and the smoky interior. I have a very delicate sense of smell, no one in the family smokes, so Anyuta and I have this stale tobacco smell in our noses. Of course, there are normal taxi drivers with a clean interior, but I prefer not to play this roulette with an unknown result.
We get to Boryspil airport without incident, quite quickly we find terminal F and (with Margot asleep in her arms) we merrily scurry into the middle. Margot looks around with curiosity, a huge room with scurrying people clearly makes a big impression on her. Anyuta buys a couple of cups of hot chocolate, give the child a drink and treat ourselves.
They announce boarding for our flight, hand over the suitcase and look for passport and customs control. A sleepy guard leads us to the elevator, it turns out that this whole thing is on the second floor.
At passport control, the border guard asks to raise Margot to the level of his eyes. Type for verification with the original; -))) The pensive look of the border guard lazily glides over us, then a gracious nod follows - the resemblance is recognized! In general, the situation when a child is only entered in a passport without a photograph seems to me wild for our century.
So you can take out absolutely any child of this age, and no one can prove anything. In general, I am silent about biometric passports, they will obviously not appear in our country soon, but there should be at least something to identify a child!
Having finished with the formalities, we go to the waiting room, where Anyuta drags us all to the Duty Free store, in which she is interested in the perfume department. Each of us clearly knows our role - Anyuta examines the assortment of perfumes and cosmetics, Margot tries to do the same with the lower shelves and open bright boxes, and I try in every possible way to prevent her from doing this, along the way trying to play the game "like - dislike" with Anyuta smell" of the perfumes she tested. Two things I'm not doing well, so I'm going with Margot away from all these odorous temptations. My daughter busily settles down on my lap and dozes off.
Fifteen minutes later, Anyuta finds us, and happily informs us that she has picked up a "spare tire" for herself. Since the probability that she bought a spare tire for our car was zero, I went with interest to find out what this word means in “female” language 8-) The “spare” turned out to be a set of Christian Dior rouge without a box. Anyuta had a box, she simply replaced the old blush with new ones, and I received invaluable information from my wife about the advantage of these particular blushes over others. The wife still thoughtfully twisted the J`ador perfume set, but put it aside with a sigh, citing the fact that she still has the perfume of this brand and can do without it. We leave this department, and go to the waiting room.
By Anyuta's behavior, I immediately determine that this set does not go out of her head. This hazy look, pensive glances towards the perfume department and some absent-mindedness are familiar to me.
Under a plausible pretext, I ask to leave for a “walk”, make a small circle and buy this set. I return and calmly hand her "a little feminine weakness. " I will say right away - they scolded me very briefly and affectionately; -))))
They announce the landing on our flight, we are loaded into the bus and here we are on board the Boeing 737. We make our way to our seats, and then an unpleasant surprise awaits me - instead of the expected porthole, we have a blank emergency exit door! Here, bad luck, I promised my daughter to look out of the plane window at the ground! ! ! But Margot paid no attention to this nuance, made a pillow out of my jacket and shamelessly fell asleep. Well, okay...
When the food was delivered, Margot kicked back from the offer of a bite to eat and continued to sleep sweetly. My wife and I shared her rations and had a snack.
During breakfast, there was a rather unpleasant incident - when I laid out the food on the table, the passenger sitting in front decided that now was the best time to recline her chair. Given that my table is fixed precisely on the back of the front seat, a sharp change in its position and angle of inclination almost led to sad consequences for my jeans. Only thanks to my reaction, I managed to catch the falling glass of juice and a box with everything else edible. To my indignant remark about the inadmissibility of such actions while eating, followed by a lazy: "Sorry. " There are no literary words! ! ! In general, I think that it is possible to recline the back of the seat only after agreeing with the passenger sitting behind, well, or you need an extreme case, you need to look around, maybe the person leaned down, or he has a child in his arms!
An hour before boarding, Margot woke up and started looking for something to do.
I gave her a car navigator, to which I uploaded her favorite cartoons instead of maps. The child focused his attention on the screen, and we were able to take a little more nap.
A little later we made the acquaintance of a company of two women seated at the back, and a boy of three and a half years old, who is the son of one and the godson of the other. By a strong-willed decision, we put the children together, and with varying success, they found various entertainments for themselves until the landing itself.
When landing, the plane was thrown from side to side, at first, as a sinful deed, I complained about the inexperience of the pilot. But after landing and getting off the plane, the reason for the chatter became clear - we were almost blown off the gangway by a strong wind. The density and strength of the wind was so great that Anyuta jokingly held Margo's hand so that she would not be blown off the ladder. All the people in big jackets immediately turned into a kind of Batman with fluttering raincoats.
Shielding our faces from the sand and dust, we board the bus, which quickly takes us to the terminal, which was unusually empty. These were my first associations from the sight of a huge hall, in which, besides us, there were people from another flight. We fill out immigration cards, give them to the guides of the Anex tour. A young Egyptian takes our cards and asks if we bought visas? Hearing a negative answer, he offers to buy them from us for 17 dollars. Two visas cost $17 each. . 36 dollars. This cute crook (like many Egyptians) has problems with mathematics, of course, in his favor. I turn my head to the sides, I ask where the bank is? This "good Samaritan" kindly convinces me that he is the bank, and visas should only be bought from him. I get bored, the Arab is sent to the garden, and I go to the counter with fifteen-dollar visas, which I finally spotted. The queue, formalities and searches for luggage do not take much time.
When leaving the airport, we find the bus stop of the Anex Tour, get on the bus and wait for the rest of the passengers. Ten minutes later, a full bus fills up and we hit the road. We are accompanied by an Arab girl with a name, either Jardine, or Jardine, I never heard. The girl begins to mutter under her breath the usual information about the country, little interested in whether any of the passengers understand her. Everything was standard until the moment when she began to report very interesting information:
- So, are you all going to Sunrise Garden and Sunrise Mamluk? Correctly? Sunrise Garden is closed, so we all settle in Sunrise Mamluk. So, next...
An indignant hubbub of tourists interrupted her. Not many people went to the Garden - there were about six of us on our bus (including us), but the manner in which the information was presented by the girl was purely businesslike, and we did not hear any hint of an apology (which we actually expected to hear).
We were simply put before a fact, absolutely not interested in what impression it made on us. These two hotels are located next to each other, belong to the same owner (and share the same beach), are in the same price category and differ only in the design of the rooms and a few other details. But it was still worth it to apologize to the guide ...
Hearing dissatisfied cries, Jardine looked around the salon in bewilderment. The old woman asked indignantly:
- Why are we being settled in the Mamluk, I specially paid for the Garden?!? ! ?
- What's not clear? You will be settled in the Mamluk, because the Garden is closed!
Why is the garden closed?
- Because it doesn't work! ! !
Amazing logic - the Garden is closed because it doesn't work, but it doesn't work because it's closed! The circle is complete...Meanwhile, Jardine continued:
- So, if there are no more questions, we take pens and write!
In the cabin of the bus, a couple of people took out pens and got ready to write, the rest shared their impressions about the replacement of the hotel. Seeing no noticeable reaction to her words, the girl got angry, after which she continued in a sharp and demanding tone:
- So, I told someone, they quickly took pens and began to write ! ! !
Oh, such familiar intonations, I've definitely heard them somewhere before! Well, yes, for sure, in NTUU “KPI” demanding and stern teachers spoke to me in such a tone, endowed with unlimited power in relation to tortured students ...What nostalgia; -) At this point, all the tourists unanimously began to quietly hate this "friendly" guide. Jardine may well open courses: "How to make yourself hate in five minutes"! Over the next couple of minutes, the girl gave us invaluable information - our guides at the hotel are called Islam and Ibrahim, and we have a meeting with them tomorrow at 10.00. All!
Why she decided that we can’t remember such a “huge” amount of information and we must certainly write it down, I don’t understand. Just before the entrance to the hotel, Jardine pleased us with another pearl:
- Did everyone understand about the meeting? ! ? Don't be late! Have insurance, vouchers and money with you! ! !
- Why money?
- Because you WILL buy excursions! ! !
The word "WILL" was uttered with a tone of steel in his voice and an unshakable confidence that tourists are aware of the irreversibility of buying excursions, and the crowd rush to buy excursions from guides. Still, the guides sell tours to tourists the main earnings. For all trips to Egypt, I have never bought excursions from guides for one simple reason - they are (as a rule) one and a half to two times more expensive than street agencies. We have had a situation more than once that we bought an excursion to the coral islands on the street for 15 USD.
e, and as a result sailed on a boat with those who bought the same excursion from the Tez Tour guides for 25 c. u. e. Conclusion - if there is no difference, why pay more?
Finally, the hotel. The whole crowd unloads, picks up their suitcases and fills the hall. We didn’t have time to sit down, as friendly waiters immediately carry small towels and offer to drink some kind of drink. It's nice ...It's 11.50 at the clock, which means that we have every right to be fooled in the hall for another two hours : -( A full and cheerful Arab in the uniform of Aneks appears near us and informs us that at 12.30 we can go to dinner, and by 13.00 he promises to put us in rooms Thank you, let's hope…
Margot, Sasha (the son of our “airplane” acquaintances) and another unidentified boy are making bedlam at the reception, chasing around the lobby, sharing brochures found on the tables, and in general, do not show any signs of fatigue. I entertain the children to the best of my ability, and finally, I can go to dinner.
Weak, very weak...That's probably what a person accustomed to five-star restaurants in Paris and Milan would say. Since I am not one of those, I can put a solid five on my own for the quantity, quality and serving of the restaurant. And in general, if you know the meaning of the words "public catering", "snack bar" and at least once were on vacation in the Crimea (having experienced all the charms of the local service), then you will also be satisfied with everything. I see no reason to describe the entire menu, the assortment was large, none of us or our friends were poisoned, and had no negative impressions from visiting this food altar; -)
SETTLEMENT.
After lunch, we go up to the reception, where Ibrahim is already waiting for us and handing over the keys to the room. Thank you, to relax after the flight and eating is the most it!
I go to fetch my suitcase, trying to get it out of the pile of others, but a hotel clerk runs up and takes my load away from me, writes down my room number and promises to deliver it in ten minutes. Okay, no strength to argue, let's go to the room.
Margo first starts jumping on the bed, testing its strength. No matter what the child would amuse, if only he would give his parents a rest 8-)) They bring a suitcase, we begin to settle down. The room is like a room, although no, I do not see a bed for a child! I look in the bar along the way, it is also empty, although the description of the hotel says that the bar is filled once upon arrival. Nothing to do, I go to the reception. Near the reception there is a table with the inscription "Guest relation". Two Russian girls work there in turn, I explain my problem to one of them. Olga carefully listens to my request, writes it down in a notebook and promises that everything will be settled within an hour. Ok, let's take our word for it (half an hour later they brought another full bed and filled the bar).
We spent the rest of the day walking around the area and exploring the hotel. We were dressed in all sorts of clothes, as the piercing wind was great "refreshing".
The annoying sound of the alarm clock heralded the morning. Of course, it was possible to sleep, but breakfast for the child was more important. Every morning we took Margo soup or milk porridge, in fact there was a children's menu, but the person who made it must have had a specific sense of humor. I can’t explain anything in the KIDS menu, fried beef and chicken sausages, french fries and limes! ! ! Thank you, although they did not offer alcohol ...
We get out to the beach, there are sea chairs, wicker fences are right there - protection from the wind. We settle down and first of all we rub Margo with children's sunscreen and let go “free”. The child is simply torn apart by conflicting feelings - either to run to the sea, or to dig into the hot sand, or to start digging a hole in the wet!
We lie down to sunbathe, keeping an eye on Margot along the way. With the exception of lunch, we spend all daylight hours on the beach.
Returning to her room, Anyuta sees children with French or African pigtails. With a strong-willed decision, Anyuta gives me a search vector - I need to find the masters and make Margo the same. The barbershop was right behind our building, five minutes of bargaining, twenty-five dollars, fifteen minutes and Margo was flaunting pigtails. Beauty, hair in the wind does not interfere and the image has changed! In the evening we walk with friends not far from the hotel, Sasha and Margot run a race, the wind subsides a bit, the idyll ...
THEFT OF THE DAY
The next day was spent on the beach, where Margo excelled in a wonderful way! I’m lying on the beach, sunbathing, not touching anyone, Anyuta is swimming, Margot is running around the sunbed, everything is fine, and then Margot calls me: “Dad, come on! ".
I lazily turn my head to my daughter and see with surprise that she is holding out to me a mobile phone that looks like mine, but still someone else's! ! ! I automatically check my pocket - for sure, mine is in my pocket. I always taught the child, I saw my phone - bring it (I'm absent-minded and often forget it anywhere). Wow, business ...I pick up my mobile, unlock it - the menu is in German. Clearly, the phone was "taken away" from the German. The only question is where to look for it ...I ask - where did I get the phone, Margot shows with her hand - THERE! Well, let's go, let's write a sincere confession. Margo leads me to a lounger on which a well-fed person of German nationality sleeps. At least there is a book in German on the table. Once again I check with Margot - “Did you get it right here? ", once again confirm. Okay, I'm waking up the German.
I begin to remember German words, I remember: “Schweine, tsyuruk, Hyundai Hoch, Danke, Bit, Halt, Jude, Luftwaffe, Wehrmacht, Freulian, Kinder” ...Everything that I read from books about the war as a child ...Yes, ah, from this set is difficult to compose the phrase: "Sorry, my daughter took your phone by mistake, I'm sorry and I want to return it"! ! ! The German does not want to wake up, there are empty beer glasses nearby, it seems that the formula: “beer + sun = sound sleep” has the right to exist. Finally, the burgundy body begins to react to my presence. The German wakes up, sits down warily, and tries to understand what I want from him. I hand him the phone, in a plaintive voice I inform: “Sorry, may dota take yor mobile phone, sis error. ” From the third repetition, the information reached the destination - the German convulsively grabbed the phone and began to click on it. I patiently wait, the check is over, the German smiled and held out his hand for a handshake: “Hans! ".
I vaguely guess that this is his name, I shake hands and answer: "Alex". Then Hans uttered a long phrase in German, from which I absolutely did not understand anything. It looks like Hans is under the influence of a considerable amount of beer, otherwise I just don’t understand why he understood the meaning of the phrase from the fourth time: “Dont speak Deutschland, ai speak little English! ". Hans doesn't speak English at all, so he switches to sign language and waves towards the bar. No thanks, I'm with the baby, I'm sorry again, and I'm going with Margot to my sunbed, Phew, everything turned out fine!
Anyuta came in a couple of minutes, I tell her in detail this criminal story with a happy ending. My wife offers to finish with sea procedures for today, and, having been on the beach for another half an hour, we go to the room.
In the evening we arrange a photo session, since there is a calm before dinner in the hotel.
We put on a child a denim overalls, a light sweater and a windbreaker - the wind still affects the air temperature.
The whole territory of the hotel is very beautiful, a lot of flowers, which in the evening begin to smell intoxicating. The heated earth gives off heat, and causes the flowers to give off their fragrance. A lot of bridges, trees, bushes and intricately curved paths set in a romantic mood. Gardeners don't get paid in vain - all plants look fresh and beautiful.
I really liked the signs “Do not dive! ". They were carefully placed by the brook, the depth of which was at most thirty centimeters. I can’t imagine how much you need to drink in order to jump from a running start into such a stream; -))) But, as they said at the reception, there were precedents! So, the hotel management is guided by logic - we warned, and then do what you want!
The bar near the beach did everything possible so that no one would have the desire to drink strong alcohol - alcohol is poured warm, into plastic cups with sand at the bottom. Although George Washington can change the attitude of bartenders towards himself, the attitude towards generous guests is much more cordial and welcoming.
On the street near the main restaurant there is a summer kitchen, where every evening we were spoiled with a variety of grilled meats or fish. All hungry tourists in the evening crawled to the alluring smell of fried food. In portions, no one limited, so some scored SUCH full plates of meat that it seemed that this was a supply for the entire stay; -) By the way, the cooks were inexorable - the distribution of meat began exactly at 18.30, and no prayers of the guests dying of hunger could pity these callous people; -)
We always have dinner in the farthest corner of the restaurant, there are special places for children.
This is very convenient - my wife and I sat at the table, and Margo occupied a half-sized copy of the same table standing nearby. Since our family is "juice-consuming", I quickly figured out that mango, guava and tomato juices are packaged, and all the rest are diluted powdered. As for me, it is better to drink 30 percent nectar than not at all. I myself took the juices at the bar, although the waiters offered their services in every possible way. It's just that the juice for the child had to be necessarily with a straw (Margo simply cannot imagine the absorption of juice without this attribute), and I still had to go to the bar for this childish weakness.
KUOTURU - TO THE MASS!
I go to the bar and watch the picture - a Russian-speaking man of about forty is standing and trying to explain himself to the bartender. The man asks the bartender for white wine, and the bartender tries to explain to him that the wine is over. It looked like this:
- Hey, little black, give me three glasses of white wine!
- Well, give white from this bottle! (points to the bottle)
- Sorry, Mister, these white wines finish. White wine is in that bar. (Shows a nearly empty bottle and points to a bar at the other end of the restaurant. )
- Well, yes, we have three glasses of white wine ON THE FINISH! ! ! We are rounding up! (Of the whole phrase in English, only the word finish seemed more or less familiar to him, so the translation was incorrect).
In general, after the third repetition about "FINISH", my patience ran out, and I explained to this wine gourmet that the bartender was trying to explain to him.
SONG COMPETITION.
In the evening we walk a little and go to bed tired. That night it turned out to be difficult to sleep, because a group of drunken Germans decided to please our corps with the performance of German songs. They settled down on sun loungers near the pool and began their unforgettable performance.
Unfortunately, the vocal abilities of most of them were far from perfect, and the time (about half past midnight) clearly did not contribute to a positive assessment of their work. While Anyuta and I were waking up and deciding whether or not to go to them for negotiations, the problem resolved itself. A deep and indignant voice from the balcony of the second or third floor of our building delivered an ultimatum to the Germans in Russian. Since I can write obscene words in the story, the approximate translation from the Russian swear language into the Russian literary language is as follows: “Dear citizens of Germany, it seems to me that you somewhat overestimated your vocal abilities and unsuccessfully chose the place and time of the performance. If after five minutes you do not stop singing songs, then I will be forced to go down to you and apply physical measures related to the violent change of your sexual orientation! ! ! ".
Something like this ...Either the Germans had an interpreter, or they had enough angry intonations, but they quickly rounded off and disappeared. No one bothered us anymore...
WE'RE CHEERING.
The next day was very "fun" - in the evening Margot's temperature rose to 38.5 C. What was the reason for this is unknown, so I ran to the pharmacy and bought a couple of products. What is interesting: there are Egyptian medicines and foreign ones, so the German Bisolvan (an analogue of Lasolvan) costs 65 pounds, and some local medicine costs 5.5 pounds. Thank God that after the antipyretic the temperature dropped and did not rise again.
TERRIBLE WORD - SHOPPING.
Anyuta and our neighbors Anya and Lena decided to dedicate the next day to shopping. I was informed about this after the fact, additionally “pleased” with the message that Margot and Sasha were staying with me at the hotel, and I would need to feed them and entertain them in every possible way until their mothers arrived.
Of course, I understand that shopping is better without children, but the prospect of being a nanny upset me a little. I’m already used to the fact that when girlfriends with children come to Anyuta in Kyiv, the roles are clearly distributed - the girls have fun chatting in the kitchen, drinking tea with cookies and simultaneously showing each other fresh photos and so on on laptops, and children (aged from three to five years old) are engaged in slaughtering a mammoth, riding a pony and throwing pillows at a woman. At the same time, I act as a mammoth, a pony and a woman. I hoped that in Egypt this fate would pass me by, but, apparently, it was not fate ...
I receive CC from Sasha's mother about feeding, and they dissolve in the area of u200bu200bstores. All day I entertained the children, took them to the beach, to lunch in a restaurant and a playground. Sasha obeyed me unquestioningly, my menacing appearance inspired awe in him (that's what it means to not shave for three days ; -)).
CLUB "NEMO"
While the court and the case, I found the children's club "Nemo" and found out the conditions for the children to stay there. Nothing complicated - for the first time you enter information about the child into the journal (first name, last name, apartment number and whether it is possible to let the children go home themselves). A “passport” is hung around the child’s neck, where a red (if the child cannot be released on his own) or green (if the child is independent) circle is drawn in the left corner. Three animators work in the club (Patso (male, not Egyptian and not Russian, nationality could not be determined), Adi and Kami (Egyptian)). The room has everything: water, toilet, chairs and toys. I regret that I didn’t realize earlier to “scout out” this club. I am updating the schedule, and from the fifth day of their stay, Margo and Sasha have become regular visitors.
Every evening, the same animators hold a children's disco. It consists in the fact that children of all ages and nationalities dance German children's songs with animators, repeating dance steps along the way.
Animators have to run the program in three languages - German, Russian and English. The most interesting thing is that children under five years old from different countries communicate completely freely in some kind of their own language, understandable only to them. After the children's evening entertainment, the adult disco begins.
EXPLORE THE TERRITORY.
The next morning we gathered at a large shopping center "Senzo Mall", which is located near our hotel. There is a large children's playground, many boutiques, cafes and a large supermarket. On the playground, Margo completely lost control of herself, constantly running from one gaming device to another. A token for a car, airplane or tractor costs five pounds, fifteen minutes of playing in a maze or a bouncy castle costs ten pounds. A crowd of children runs around the playground, the turmoil is still the same.
After that, we explore the supermarket.
I bought myself what I wanted for a long time - an electric racket for the extermination of midges. This thing looks like this - it looks like an ordinary tennis racket, a coarse-grained plastic mesh on both sides (to protect against accidental contact with a metal mesh, which is located in the middle), a contact button in the handle and a built-in flashlight. It works like this: you see a fly, you press a button on the handle, an electric discharge goes through the grid, now all that remains is to hit the target. This pleasure costs as much as ...four dollars. We take! In the fruit department, they took three kilograms of strawberries. The price was simply amazing - $ 0.45 per kilogram! Sweet ripe strawberries in the month of March, oh-oh, a delight! We buy more every little thing and go to the exit.
In the evening I witnessed an interesting conversation between two women of Balzac age.
At dinner, they loudly and indignantly discussed the quality of the hotel's products, saying that they had just arrived and had already been poisoned. At the same time, the "victims" had mountains of meat, salads, buns, mousses, etc. on their plates. Well, how to explain to people the difference between a clogged stomach and poisoning! ? !
The next day, women continued shopping, but this time they took me with them as a reward (or punishment? ). Of course, no one removed the responsibility to look after the children from me. I witnessed Anya (not his wife) bargaining. An unforgettable sight, some Egyptians were infuriated by her methods. She simply subtracted zero from the original price, and started bargaining. That is, if a thing cost a hundred pounds, then it started bargaining with ten! And somewhere around thirty they converged ...I must say that Anya and Lena were buying up "on the black. " Bought EVERYTHING that caused even the slightest interest.
In the end, I figured out why they took me - I just had to carry a bag that was getting heavier with each visit to the store. At the same time, control over children was implied by itself. I am writing and crying, how I feel sorry for myself with these memories; -) With some misgivings, I reminded the women about the luggage limit, but I was told that they had already agreed with Anyuta that, if anything, some of the bags would be registered for us. Reassured…
Before going to bed, Margot began to cough, so we gave her syrup and decided not to bathe her for the day. By the way, in the six days at the hotel, I also never swam. It's just that I can't stand getting cold when I get out of the water, and the wind did not subside for almost the entire time of our stay in Hurghada. Anyuta is another matter - cut a hole in the ice for her, and she will go diving. Brrr.
At breakfast, we usually took Margo a bowl of soup, sat her down alone, and went to pick up plates of food for ourselves, so that we could all sit down together and eat in peace.
How insulting it was for me to come to my daughter and see that the “kind” waiter, to whom I gave a couple of pounds the day before, decided to thank us and, on his own initiative, brought Margot a glass of ICE juice! ! ! And this is when she coughs! Of course, Margosha took advantage of the moment and quickly sentenced drinking. At this rate, she won't swim for a couple more days!
By this time, we had developed a more or less clear schedule of rest: before lunch we are on the beach, at lunchtime Margot sleeps, and we arrange a second fast food lunch for ourselves (in the Pergola bar I got french fries, a couple glasses of cola and ice cream and brought it all to the room). After sleep we walk, have dinner, children's disco, another walk and sleep.
COMMUNICATION WITH THE POLICE.
We really liked evening walks outside the hotel: it was warm, beautiful lights along the road and a positive mood.
Near the hotel there is a stationary machine-gun nest (a brick parapet, a machine gun and two policemen). Somehow I decided to treat the bored policemen with our cigarettes. I take out a pack, go to them - they shout warningly, and point to the chips on the ground, they say, you can’t go behind them! Well, no, so no, I disappointedly show a pack of cigarettes (here, I wanted to treat you, but you ... ) and turn around. The tone of the policeman immediately changes to a friendly one, showing with his hand - come on dear, I see that you are not a terrorist, you will be a guest! Well, really, which one of me is a terrorist with cigarettes in my hand 8-0 I talked for a couple of minutes with an awake policeman (the second one slept sweetly in a jeep). It turns out that after the revolution, due to martial law, the police increased their salary from 800 pounds to 1500. By the standards of Egypt, very good money!
I give Margo juice, the Germans calm down and begin to entertain my daughter, she does not mind playing tricks, begins to tickle the German in response to playful attempts to take the juice. The German woman takes out a chocolate bar and gives it to Margot, who enthusiastically grabs it (a disgrace, it seems that she has never seen chocolate! ) and sends an air kiss in response. I take away a chocolate bar under the promise to give it in the morning, we get to the room and fall asleep without hind legs.
After the morning breakfast, I went to the reception and agreed with the administrator Olga about an excursion to the kitchen. I was assigned a date (31.03) and a time of 15.15, while warning that photography and video filming is prohibited. It's embarrassing, but not scary. I always dreamed of visiting a real kitchen, I don’t even know why there is such a craving for this topic. At the same time, he clarified the availability of the Internet - yes, there is a computer with Internet access, this pleasure costs ...50 pounds per hour, at a speed of up to 512 Kb / s. No thanks, in Dahar this pleasure costs 7 pounds an hour, I can manage.
The slide works right there, I just rolled down, I didn’t like it - it’s interesting when you see how you are moving out, and so, the black tunnel and the light at the end, leads to specific thoughts; -)))
During the next walk in the "Senzo Mall", I notice the company store "Adidas". I go into it, right at the entrance there is a table with shoes and the inscription “Super discounts! ". I notice sneakers made of genuine leather, the price is very enticing - $ 44. Black, manufacturer India (for me, anyone, but not China). I ask the seller - why such discounts. He replies that there is only one pair left from this series, forty-sixth size, so they discounted it. Hoho, that's my size! I measure - they fit perfectly, we take it. It's good that there are few people in Egypt with such a foot size!
Currency exchange in Egypt has been automated: money is exchanged at ATMs!
Everything is quite simple: you choose a currency, confirm the deposit in cash, the exchange rate is displayed, you deposit dollars or euros, and in a minute the machine spits out cash pounds. The amount issued to you, the ATM rounds up to five pounds (of course, in the direction of decreasing the money issued to you).
We go around all the other boutiques, but we don’t find anything else of interest (somewhere the prices are higher than ours, somewhere there is a small assortment). Women demand the continuation of the banquet (that is, shopping), there is nothing left but to humbly pick up the children, take a cart in the supermarket and roll them around the complex for an hour and a half. The kids loved it, my feet didn't. Finally, everything is over and we go to the hotel. Ten pounds, five minutes drive, and we're at the hotel.
EXCURSION TO THE HOTEL KITCHEN.
I spent the planned excursion to the kitchen together with the translator (still the same administrator Olga).
A smart decision, since the hotel chef Muhamed and I have poor English, which would make it difficult for us to understand each other. The tour started right from the hall of the main restaurant, we entered the door with the inscription "Staff only" and began to explore the halls.
The scale of the kitchen is amazing, many rooms with transparent walls. Each room has its own specialization (fish, meat, sweets, salads, first courses, side dishes, etc. ) and a separate entrance to the corridor. In the room where confectionery is prepared, there are huge refrigerators.
