|Man with Camel Talking to Snorkel Man|
We headed to dinner to enjoy our last night at our oasis. We met a very friendly Austrian woman by the name of Martha (yes, JUST like Sound of Music). She has a vacation house in Egypt. Why? I'm not sure, but I suppose if the Nazi's ever invade again, she can just head to Egypt as opposed to Vermont. We were pretty much warn out from doing nothing all day, so we decided to call it an early night. Just when we had made the decision to head to bed, who should show up but a band of bedouin musicians! They had come over from a neighboring camp where they worked and brought with them a group of guys who were spending the week there. Two of them asked if they could sit with us, we said sure. Through lovely, slightly-impeded-by-language-barrier-small talk, we found out that they were both co-pilots on a major Middle Eastern airline. This was hard to believe because they seemed not much older than Emily and myself, but sure enough, they showed us their IDs. They then proceeded to roll a joint of hash and smoke up. This was a little disconcerting on two counts. First, thanks to the Austrian woman's fascination with taking pictures of her "new friends," I'm fairly certain I can never run for public office. Second, does the airline they work for not drug test? The restaurant manager came over and told them that they were not allowed to smoke hash at the camp, but then it turned out that one of the guys with the band may or may not have been the son of the owner of the camp that we were at, so once again hash was kosher. The night was spent dancing and clapping along to the music of the bedouin musicians. People from Palestine, Egypt, Spain, Italy, Austria, and the US all just enjoying a world away from their own.
The next afternoon we had to leave. We were incredibly nervous about catching the bus home because we were told to just go out to the major road and flag it down when it drove by, which would be around 3:00pm... ish. We managed to successfully hop on the bus and get our tickets and we made it home to Cairo by the end of the night. Fortunately, while we were gone, our landlady had arranged for our apartment to be fumigated. We have been dealing with the very miserable situation of bed bugs. Bed bugs are EVIL. They live in your matrices, in your bed frame, and headboard and come out and bite you while you are sleeping. Their bites are little, but they leave marks and itch really badly. Try falling asleep knowing that the minute you close your eyes, you're going to be eaten. At one point during the epidemic, I had over fifty bites all over my body, yeah, it was that bad. Fortunately they have been vanquished from our beds and our home. It was probably the best thing that I could come home to and at least a small consolation prize for leaving the beach. We arrived home with our skin darker, our hair lighter, and considerably more relaxed, the entire weekend costing us less than $50.