There was a fee to get into the beach property. Though it was part of a nice hotel, the toll “booth” was just a man sitting on a lawn chair, chatting with the owners of the the obligatory shops selling trinkets, souvenirs, clubbing clothes and hookahs, leading up to the gate. No sign, no uniform. Am I just way too used to all the signage in Japan and the US? Oh Hurghada.
We had to walk along a half paved street to get to the beach, and saw this run-down amusement park from a couple decades ago. Good thing it was light out; I can just imagine how eerie this may look at dusk. (We later learned that it’s actually in working order and our friends went on the rides later that night. They all survived. It was a miracle.)
Since people from our group were already there, we just shared their beach chair and umbrella to avoid paying for one ourselves. They were on their way out, so it was perfect timing. We sat down in the shade of the umbrella to eat our falafels when… a camel came strolling on the beach. That’s right. A camel.
We thought that the owner of the camel might come by, offering camel rides, but he just plunked down, right next to his beast, and enjoyed some beach time himself. An Egyptian father pushed his children closer to the camel and proudly took picture after picture of his kids standing next to the camel, sitting on top of the camel, petting the camel, etc, etc. It was then that he spotted something even more interesting, even more exotic than a camel.… us. We had to pose for a multiple pictures, especially my friends who were still in their swimsuits. The poor little kids looked about as confused as we were to be posing for the 20th shot.
There were people of varying nationalities and varying states of clothing. Some women were in bikinis while some wore more conservative swimsuits while other went into the water fully clothed. I can only imagine how heavy their clothes must have been when completely soaked. One such woman caught us on the beach and kept shoving her cell phone in our ears, asking us to speak to the person on the other end of the line. We started off wearily talking in English, to which she shook her head, so we would switch to Japanese, to which she would happily nod a very pleased smile our way. I still have no idea what the purpose of this exercise was, and again it appeared the confuse the people on the other end of the line as much as it confused us.
She kept trying to sneak shots of my friends in their bathing suits, particularly focusing on the bikini top area, but settled on taking pictures with us when we called her out on it.
After we’d had enough swimming, sunning and having our photos taken, we headed out to find some more adventures, passing this awesome aqua center on the way.
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What interesting beaches have you visited?