after a somewhat drawn out and terrible exodus from dahab we are on the move again. we decided that slinging booze to abusive expats in egypt was not what we had in mind for our trip, and we quit. however, our bosses "forgot" to pay us for an extra three days and left town. in the end we paid ourselves from the register and went swimming (which we had not had the energy to do even once while we were working). our last few days in town were what i might call... well, stupid. the oldest, ugliest, meanest dog in dahab decided that we owned it and wouldnt leave us. i have to admit that i really liked that dog. anytime anyone approached us it growled and barked and chased them away. and at night she slept outside our door to keep away any intruders. noone else in dahab liked her at all. so, i guess she really was ours.
our last night in dahab we were out with an australian named paul. i mentioned that i might shave my head for africa. he suggested that i do it that night. i got swept up in the excitement of it and now i have the shortest, craziest, most uneven hair of my life. if paul hadnt done such a terribly bad job of it i might look military. once the trauma wears off i might post pictures.
after i cut off my hair i really had to leave dahab. we knew way too many people there, and a lot of them really expected that we would stay permanently. so we took the 8 pm bus to cairo. sadly, our dog tried to follow us when we jumped in the back of a pick up and got hit by a car. we had tried to chase her away, but she just wouldnt go. our pickup didnt stop, but i assume that the dog died. and there you have it. dahab ended horribly and left us sad for days. we also had an 8 hour bus ride to really overthink our poor dog. but we made it to cairo around 4 am and somehow managed to get a hotel.
so that is the short version of our 3 week experiment in dahab. there were of course, highlights. for example, it is ramadan and we got to have our first ramadan breakfast prepared and cleaned up entierly by men. well, not entirely. we made lemonade but they hated it because there was too much lemon and not enough sugar. in any case, it was a big change from ramadan in jordan.
and though it was short and poorly written, thats all i have for now. tomorrow brings pyramids and the sudanese embassy for round 2. i can hardly wait.


Dahab, it doesnt really look like hell, does it?



Our poor doggy, may she rest in peace