Housewives resort - Sharm el-Sheikh. Part 2
The handsome man from the house opposite, as it turns out, is an Arab on vacation. Now, when I go out on the balcony, he begins to make mysterious passes with his hands, which gradually turn into a dance of little ducklings. Translated from their incomprehensible to ours, Russian, it probably means "Come to me, baby! Well ...am I to you! " From what I took it? and from the fact that 5 minutes ago I was already knocked on the door in the room) And I'm kind of smart, because vutka))) "Hu z it? " Why do I think he is? Let me see him from the balcony of my cottage to his stomping sweat. Rejected, pancake. It will be necessary to put a nail file in a handbag just in case for the evening) However, the last time I used the file for other purposes when I unscrewed the numbers from the car. But if anything, I will stand for the girl's honor until the end)))
And how wonderful to lie on the couch, stupidly spitting on the ceiling. Charm is great! ! ! ! ! Here is such a smell ...
sea, sun, grass ...
. Feed, watered, and nothing to do!
And you can smoke and watch the channel Islam TV)) A wonderful channel such as do not turn on, there is always someone praying and wailing sadly. I haven't tried to smoke yet, but after five minutes I start to quietly beat myself to the beat.
An aunt with a child is staying at our hotel. The usual one, under 40. Does not drink, does not smoke and diligently mows under the intelligent. Fork in the left hand than in the right, and the nail polish is red and peeling. Of those who are on vacation and try to get acquainted with everyone and make friends, and then long and tedious to wash the bones of new acquaintances husband, boss and child-twin. The first time she stuck to me on the beach: "Why are you sitting alone? And even looking at the sea? ". I say: "Because on vacation I love the most when my brain is at rest and no aunts who bother, do not eat it with tablespoons, " and ass to her village.
Well, yes, I'm not trying to mow under culture) I thought I would be offended, yes no, she sat on the other side and began to tell me something about their bourgeois life, and how they rest here every month, and how to ski in Bukovel.... and the swimsuit itself is still sovdepovsky, yellowish, in spools all ...
At dinner, I couldn't dig quietly in the corner either - my food didn't go back a bit, when I saw that she was running to me with a plump boar and pulling the hippopotamus son's hand. She picked up the tub and cracked, and her son is sitting in front of an empty plate and not "I'm declaring a hunger strike, because you make me study geometry all day! ". I chewed the potatoes, swallowed them, and said to him gently: "You know, you probably shouldn't go on a hunger strike, but sew up your mouth with white threads, or else your ass will hang from the chair at the edges. " And I smile badly. I thought I would be offended. But no, as they say, do not wait.
The beauty came to me after dinner, smeared purple sequins on her eyes, finally bit her nail polish, sent Pythagoras' son to teach and went shopping. He says, go, they say, with me, because I'm scared of one! Fuck, I'm scared of you! !!
And so the devil pulled me, and I agreed. And left. I do not know that she was in Egypt, but behaved like the first. The latter would be good. She rubbed against all the Arab sellers, smiled in her ears and asked for a "gift" everywhere. In a sense, do not fuck her, and give some little thing. I diligently looked that she was not with me and tried to escape to the hotel faster, cursing everything on which the world stands.
There are a lot of people in the shops in the evening, everyone is watching something, choosing something, the Arabs are rushing from one to another, ready to sell at least a month from the sky. And my aunt is all quietly rummaging in the corners, or asking to show something that "voooooon lies there, " on the last shelf.
I look after her and start to fuck - my aunt secretly throws EVERYTHING in the bag! Literally a second later, while the owner was reaching for the tallest statuette, a keychain with a pyramid and a mirror with rhinestones appeared in the ridicule. One more second, I look, and she's already pushing the photo album! I'm in full amazement, I snatch the album from her hands, take my aunt by the skin and almost forcefully pull her out into the street: "What are you doing, fool? " - I ask quietly. "Are you, in general, an idiot, aware that we are in Egypt, and stopped cutting off your hand for theft here recently? " My aunt rolls her eyes and her next phrase kills me: Here. All. Now I fully understand why Russians are hated here. Not just dislike, but hate with fierce hatred.
I turn around and go to the hotel. So far, I have not been knocked out in the beginning with this fool for company.
She comes half an hour later and boasts two keychains, a mirror, a small statuette-cat, pumice for heels and an album. Everything is a curtain. Now the number one task is to send her to the old man one more time, but finally, because I feel she will sit down with me again for breakfast.
From the refrigerator in the room, as it turned out, there are still benefits, you can cling to it fresh magnets) Tie my hands and take the money at the same time - in 4 days I have 4 magnets. That is, by the end of the tenth, it is logical to assume that there will be at least ten of them. And at home the door from the refrigerator will soon fall off and begin to live an independent life) Because the place of "living" of all this beauty on it and so there is no, and a dozen fish and camels from Sharm, she will not survive. Apparently.
In the bar there is a jar for "alms". You will put a dollar - and you will be remembered, to pour urine of donkey beer that is, not on 0.05 liters will be, and even on 0.
1, and if you are very lucky, then 0.
2, but it's a rarity) I was still stomping to the bar, 2 candies under the lining of the bag were lying around, I felt it in Ukraine, I remember, they gave it to us. I approach the counter and with a happy smile full of morons say "Look !! ! This is special for you from Belarus" and throw candy in a jar. The boy behind the counter turned red, green, imagined how he would scrape this sticky abomination with two fingers from the bottom of the jar and poured me 0.2. That only more in a jar did not throw, probably)
to be continued. . .