Egyptian Time

Last night we had dinner at the nearby oasis. Like most things at El Gouna it's not real but it was nice nevertheless. We had meat from the braii which reminded me for home and sat Bedouin style and watched a whirling dervish and a belly dancer, each not quite authentic but nice in their own way. The photos above are of the hills behind the oasis and the camels some of the tourists with us took rides on.

I wake up early most mornings here, usually about 6:30 and am out on my walk by 7:30 but it's very strange because I rarely see anyone except for the men working on the golf course. In Botswana, people wake up at the crack of dawn and get to work so that they avoid the hottest part of the day. They finish everything before the sun becomes too hot.

In Egypt, and apparently other hot Arab countries, they attack the heat differently. Nothing gets going until late afternoon, in the night is when everyone is active. In Botswana where our bars and clubs are all closed by midnight, here no one leaves their houses to go out until that time. If you really want to go dancing you should be out in the club at 2am, or so our caretaker Emad has assured us.

Egyptian time- I think I could get used to it.