The most expensive sandwich I've ever bought.
I have arrived in Hurghada. It was pretty easy, while at the same time being a pain in the ass.
I booked the trip through a travel agency, so you have to follow them around and do everything as planned. You can't even check in to the hotel yourself so you have to do it with them and it feels kind of ridiculous being treated like a 5-year old.
Anyway, I'm here and it's pretty nice. My first thought was that of the web during the 90's–everything is under construction. While riding the bus through town to the hotel, without exaggeration I'd say about 80% of this town is under construction. It's a small dirty Arabian town like ones you would find in a video-game.
Right now it's pretty much storming here, it's really windy! But once that dies down the temperature will be around 24-25 degrees Celsius and I think it'll be pretty awesome weather.
One thing I discovered as soon as wandering outside the hotel is that the salesmen here are extremely fucking pushy. I kid you not, they will chase after you and ask you questions and try to drag you into their store.
The Airport, just desert basically
When walking around before I really didn't have any goal and nothing specific to do so I kind of started talking a sales-guy. We started talking about where I was from, what I was doing here. All that sorts of shit, then he pulled a trick that I heard like 10 minutes earlier, he want to give you "his card". So you can contact him or find your way back to the store or whatever. It's of course really just an excuse to get you into the store. Once in the store he started talking more and more about all sorts of things. After like 20 minutes of talking he wanted to get something to drink, he offered tea or coke. I took coke.
So we sat there, me drinking a can of coke (that I myself opened, I wouldn't trust that he wouldn't try to drug me) and him talking about all sorts of random stuff, including what he was selling. After a while he wanted me to start trying out products, home-made perfumes, clothes and the strangest thing ever; camel-milk as after-sun lotion. Just pure camel-milk. Super-weird.
Anyhow, I tried out the camel-milk and on it went. All in all I think I spent an hour with this guy, talking about me, about him and his life and his store. Sort of interesting really, but at the same time a bit annoying because it was sort a waste of time when I could be exploring more.
I bought some camel-milk from him and went back to the hotel-room.
At the room I have a very unpleasant feeling of being completely shut off from the world. I think I can manage to get internet in there, the bar I'm sitting in right now has WiFi and it seems to reach my room as well so if I buy WiFi access here I think I can use it in my room.
The backside of that dudes store
Anyhow, the isolation is what I came here for. But going cold-turkey from sending like 25-50 SMS a day and checking Hacker News and Reddit twice a day (at least) is kind of hard. Kind of very... unpleasant. It'll be interesting to see if I get used to it. If not – I guess I'll just have to spend all my time in this bar =P
Right now it feels like I would have a panic-attack if I completely stopped blogging and cutting of everything, so I wont be doing that right away. I'll have to ease into the solitude if I'm to be any sort of happy.
I'll try to upload pictures as well. I have my small camera with me and I'll probably try to get some nice pics.
I think I'll update this post with some pics later. Right now I just want to get this out there so you guys can know how it is here.
Having a beer at the bar with internet
