And I'm flying to where they accept (c) Part 4
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Although I did not like the tour, I think that the agency is not to blame. This is the problem of all Egypt. In order not to risk precious tourists, they dug a narrow and deep trench near Dahab, erected a couple of cafes, passing it off as the Colored Canyon, and carry naive suckers there. If I'm wrong, and someone managed to visit the present recently, please correct me.
However, to build a plaster mountain of Moses with a fake monastery of St. Ekaterina somewhere in the backyard of Sharm, I hope they didn’t have enough mind?
At breakfast, I wrote to Neil Voyage again. Unlike the previous, daily, excursion to Mount Moses is held only three times a week. They promised to pick me up tomorrow at 20.15. And it will cost me only 29 bucks, against as much as 30, stated on their website. Generosity borders on extravagance! By the way, in the street travel agency, which we looked at on our first trip to the promenade, this excursion cost 40. I was going to go myself. Even if Verka rented a camel, then the last frontier of almost 800 high steps would be too tough for her to overcome, just like a camel. So Verke will not see absolution! : )))
And about the sore finger, by the way, I forgot to think. I caught myself stepping on him calmly. Feeling, however, I noticed some soreness from above.
In the meantime, I have two whole days to master underwater photography using a case not intended for this. If it weren't for Gelenka_1, it would never have occurred to me that it was created for other purposes! : ))) I wonder who guessed to use it that way? Nobel laureate!
Before I went for a swim, I thought to rummage through the phone settings. I set the camera to turn on by double pressing the "on" button. I knew that you can take a picture with the volume button, but for some reason the camera worked with a delay of 2 seconds. Well, figs with him, let's break through!
Dived. I tried to turn on the camera. Got it on the tenth try. And again the same song - selfie, video, "pro" mode, where FIG knows what focus and hell knows what shutter speed was set. And so in a circle. In vain I poked my finger at the screen. Switching to normal photography was possible only by turning the camera off and on again. And she, as you remember, turned on the forty-fifth time. In short, instead of enjoying the beauty of the reef, I was doing some bullshit. But it's impossible to stop! Sometimes the camera, nevertheless, worked in normal mode, but by the time I reached this, the fish had time to fade away. Well, nothing! The corals are beautiful too! And sometimes, when the video spontaneously turned on, I, resigned to fate, continued to shoot.
I got out, freaking out, on the shore. I was looking to see what I got. Removed a selfie of a hamster in a mask, pictures of a piercing in the navel and some other parts of the body. There are photos of bare corals. And a couple of fish tails. And two pictures of the most common fish. Nothing interesting.
To calm my nerves, I decided to go on the next swim without a phone. Walking along the pontoon, I noticed a man filming something in the shallows. Glancing there, I saw a writhing black ribbon - the moray eel went! Healthy! Eh, and I'm without a fotik! Well, everything is as always! A couple of girls who watched this picture nearby said that they would no longer enter the water! And I, on the contrary, rather dived. Maybe she's still here somewhere?
No, she hid.
After swimming for an hour, she returned to Verka. She picked up the phone again. I finally found how to remove the timer from the camera. Set the pro mode to auto. I turned on flight mode just in case and turned off the speaker. Well, I think now everything will go like clockwork. She swam in the other direction, to the north. There were serious waves on this side of the pontoon, but I still tried to shoot. True, with the same success. The phone stubbornly demanded "not to close the speaker area. " Why the hell do I need your speaker? Nevertheless, it seemed to me that I took a bunch of beautiful photos!
Having looked at the shore, I was convinced that my joy was premature. The photos were blurry. Because of the waves, right? However, they were bright and had an unusual blur effect. But the fish are lubricated. Eh, useless photo hunter of me! Fish will laugh if they see their portraits.
No, you need to relieve stress! The beach bar has been open for a long time. Went with Verka there. Having passed a couple of glasses of beer, I relaxed a little. And then a family of Belarusians sat down at the next table. And we began to chat nicely on abstract topics. Until the father of the family mentioned his father. I asked a leading question and received an unexpected answer. And rushed! I told them what I think about revolutions in general, and their revolution in particular. In vain did Verka, the terry opportunist, try to reason with me. Ostap has already suffered. However, then we switched to the COVID-19 topic. Here I also had something to say.
I don’t know what I would have agreed to in my verbal diarrhea, but then a flock of travel agent girls, led by the hospitality Alexandra, walked past. The girls visited us as part of an info tour. They attacked us with questions. I sang a proper tribute to the hotel because I really liked it here.
By the way, about Alexander. When choosing a hotel, I was guided, for the most part, by TripAdvisor reviews (may the local admins forgive me). It’s just that there are more of them, and fresh, post-quarantine ones. So, after one review, they were full of eulogies about the hotel guesthouse. Say, and smart, and beautiful, and helps the guests than she can. This was the third reason I chose this hotel. The first was a beautiful reef, the second was good food.
Arriving at the hotel and getting to know each other better, we were convinced that the reviews were true. Sasha was in her place, and pulled the hotel as best she could. The hotel, according to her, is now only 15% loaded. They work in the negative. But the owner, a citizen of Kuwait, does not allow them to give up. Petroleum dollars help keep the hotel afloat. By the way, "Coral Beach Montaza", which I considered as an alternative, is his own property.
Suddenly, a nasty aunt, about seventy-five years old, who introduced herself as a travel agent, wedged into our conversation. She reproached Sasha five times that there was no taf-taf in the hotel. Say, for older people, like her, it is very difficult to overcome the descent-ascent to the sea. As soon as this miracle of technology appears, pensioners will pour into the hotel in droves. And nothing, sho the local pontoon for them can become an insurmountable obstacle? Sasha, with truly angelic patience, explained to her five times that there was a taf-taf, but his battery burned out. One of these days I should buy a new one. From this conversation, I finally understood why we were taken to the room in such an exotic way during the settlement (see the first part of the story).
A couple of days earlier, Verka and I happened to witness the settlement of this very aunt. She took out the reception desk with a demand to settle her closer to the sea, but at the same time closer to the restaurant. But this would require either moving the canteen, which, in principle, is possible, but expensive, or pulling up the sea, which threatens an environmental disaster. And my aunt, by the way, despite her solid build, very briskly cruised around the hotel without taf-tuff. And she couldn't care less about the uncomfortable pontoon stairs.
There was borscht for dinner today!
And yesterday there were dumplings! Wow! The chef with a mafia mustache and the habits of a count wandered around the hall very proud of himself. No, of course he's great! Everything he had was fresh and delicious. But not our national dishes! Don't go away! The carrots in the borscht were coarsely planed, without the slightest sign of sauté ing. Neither meat nor beans were observed either. But there was sour cream and chopped greens. And the dumpling dough was insanely tough. And stuffing, I did not understand from whom. I cook better too. But well done for trying!
In the morning, Verka was ripe to go with me at dawn.
After swimming in the warm water, they sat down on my veranda and tortured the unfortunate mango bought a few days ago. We also had enough of table fruits, although their assortment was rather meager. I can only note that daily for breakfast, lunch and dinner we were offered, among other things, prunes. So with digestion, we were all right.
Again, she suffered garbage, trying to shoot fish. I began to adapt a little to the obstinate technique, but by lunchtime a strong wind had risen, and I simply began to swim without a mask.
Dinner was outside today. Under the show with skirts.
It's a pity that it's time for me to leave for the tour. Leaving the hotel in the midst of the fun, I went through the barrier.
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