Our Time In Prison

Today is our first full day in Jordan. Our final days in Egypt were quite plesant, and filled with rather interesting activities. We climbed the highest mountain in Egypt, and were guided by a local bedouin, who I am certain was an escaped mental patient, and thinking back- I think we were lucky to have made it through the experience in good condition. We were followed up to the summit the entire way by bedouin with camels, preying on the weak members of the pack, offering to take them for an unreasonable at best price. They would target the lallygagers at the back of the group, or those deemed to be "too unhealthy" to summit the peak, and as they were quite blunt, it made for some akward encounters: "your body wont allow you to succeed ma'am." The next day we checked into an all enclusive resort in Nweiba, on the Red Sea. I've never been so excited to have a plastic braclet around my wrist ever in my life. We instantly hit up the swim up bar for drinks at 11am, before unpacking. Perhaps not a wise choise with our snorkeling arrangements a few hours later on. Cam and I chose snorkeling, and Linds decided to test her fate with scuba diving. Our guides took us out on their boat into the Red Sea, and showed us how frighteningly close they could take us to Saudi Arabia. "Just let me touch it!" I demanded. We had a fantastic time out in the sea, and I used up my camera battery taking underwater pictures and videos. We also got to see sting rays swimming below us. On the way back to shore they let us take turns driving the boat, except I was barred from doing so after it was realizied that I would likely steer us into hostile fire in an irrational attempt to add another country to my "been there" list. The next day our creepster guide dropped us off at the ferry port at 11am for in his words "an unscheduled ferry to Jordan", which ended up leaving at 6pm. He was in a hurry to get started on his nine hour journey back to Cairo. His selfish act meant we were essentially held in a minimum security prison for seven hours, mingling with Egypt's worse. Not to mention the infestation of flies. Knowing that we were just down the road from our all enclusive paradise was nearly too much to handle, and the three of us were placed on suicide watch when we were spotted getting a little too close to the rotating ceiling fans. Our new tour guide was likely not impressed with his tour group when we arrived off the boat, but luckily from the looks of it, he will be much better than our previous one. We were relieved to hear he has a wife, and likely won't be trying to get me out of the picture so he can persue Cam and Linds as Mo did on an hourly basis.

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