Housewives resort - Sharm el-Sheikh. Part 1.
What do you think will happen if you don't give 20 bucks when checking into a cheap Egyptian hotel? That's right, you will be placed in a room with a view of the construction site. Typical Arab entertainment. Bottom line - I live alone on the last, third floor in an unfinished cottage, the remaining 6 rooms are empty, some workers periodically rummage around there, sometimes they knock on my door, mumble something cheerfully in Arabic, laugh and run away. Having fun, you see! Somehow I'll go out and knock on the head according to the mood.
So, the Sharm Bride 4 * hotel:
From the balcony in the bedroom, the view opens up to the construction site, where work stops only for a couple of hours at night, but these are trifles, it’s even nice to take a bottle of beer with a cigarette, pull out a chair and stupidly watch how people work. But from the other balcony, from the living room, the view is much more interesting - the pool and cottages, cottages and another pool. And some streets.
Beauty) As it turned out, if you walk around the room naked after a shower, then everything is perfectly visible in the cottage opposite. I got it, passed on the experience, damn it. Now, as soon as I appear on my balcony (dressed), on the contrary, on the third floor, some guy in a bathrobe immediately draws like a devil out of a box and opens it in greeting) And sometimes he just comes out naked and waves his hand to me) How It is a pity that the distance does not allow a good look at it better. Maybe I'm missing out on a lot
My number is just like from a fairy tale, such a bad fairy tale, Russian folk, about krivorukov and lazy. The heavy arrival of a heroin addict-architect) I look at the arched passage to the bedroom and try to understand why it is 20 centimeters wider at the bottom than at the top? It remains a mystery to me why the door jamb is crooked, like the back of a patient with scoliosis of the last step, but the door still opens without clinging to the floor?
Why does the door handle with enviable regularity remain in my hands when I enter the room? And the last question - why do I need a huge empty refrigerator in my room? ? What kind of sausages would they put in it, or something ...
On the wall in the living room there is a painting by an unknown Arab master. A typical Egyptian landscape - a field, a river and birches))) The poor artist seems to have seen birches only in a dream, but honestly tried to depict them. As a result, the picture, which, in theory, should have made me longing for the Motherland and the desire to get out of here as soon as possible, mercilessly breaks through the hee-hee and the desire to finish drawing something on it. black marker)
It seems that everyone who is not lazy has the keys to my room. And the chain on the door is simply not provided. However, the sign Do not disturb! also not included with the number. That's right, what the heck is necessary..?
I come yesterday from lunch, and the room is clean and tidy, the things from the suitcase are carefully laid out in the closet, the linen is poured with sperm a hundred times - in the chest of drawers. Sandals carefully pulled out from under the sofa and lined up along the wall in orderly rows. And a beautiful flower on a towel bed is twisted and sprinkled with sweets (Roshenov’s, and where did the cleaner steal them ..? ) At the same time, the bath, as it was with streaks of red liquid soap, remained, and, in my opinion, there was even more dust in the corners . After 5 minutes, he knocks on the door, handsome) I, they say, cleaned it cool here, right? And my name is Komma ...(coma-coma, his mother). And he stands, faithfully in the eyes, like a dog looks, begging for a bone, that is, a dollar. Damn. "Ida you yuh Koma", - I said - "thanks for the candy flowers, of course, but so that I never see you again in my room until the very departure! ". And she gave the dollar, and repeated again "dont cleaning my room neht ten day, andestend?? " I did not understand.
Today I knocked again, offered to remove it. If I hadn’t been in the room, I’d have cleaned it anyway ...And yesterday after him I washed my underpants, it’s not known what place he rubbed against them, but I didn’t actually come here to do laundry).
There are two beaches here! One is called "you don't shop here", the second is "two bucks and you can probably swim here. " There is a free bus from the hotel to the first one, but there is nothing to catch there, the maximum depth is up to the waist of a short dwarf. Well, or go to the horizon, firmly believing that the water level will rise at least to the navel. Mine, not a dwarf.
The second one is about a kilometer on foot. Through construction. Well, yes, this is my fate, on vacation - I must definitely climb construction sites, I can’t do without them))) At the entrance there is a guard (a bespectacled blond Arab with rotten teeth - I look at him, and breakfast starts to ask back) and collects 2 bucks. It’s also shallow here (well, she knew where I was going, where is it deep in Nabq?
), but there is a pontoon. And from it, oh happiness, you can swim, and see the fish, and break your leg on sharp pieces of iron from the water for some reason sticking out. Full set of pleasures
to be continued. . .
