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It’s all so quiet
pictures and article by Raquel de Jesus
To achieve instant peace of mind, you only need to choose one of the many beaches in Sinai. One family seems to hold the monopoly of taxis so, unless you bargain, you’ll find yourself paying the trebble for a 2 hour danger ride with a toothless taxi driver on an old Peugeot falling to pieces.
The guard comes to open the gate and he whispers as, at 3 am, everybody’s sleeping in the straw bungalows. No one lies on the mattresses that await under the starry night. The bungalow has an electric light bulb and mattress inside, which is surprising, considering most beaches don’t have either of these commodities. We got a bungalow right in front of the sea. I fall asleep with the soft sound of the breaking of what you couldn’t call waves.
The Red Sea can be a bit chilly on a September morning, but the water is so clear you see the fish and the corals. Snorkeling is a must. We lie on fluffy long chairs and we’re dry in five minutes. This is the time to socialize. No matter how shy you are – since there’s no other entertainment other than the sea, reading, and joining other visitors in backgammon or some plain conversation –, after a couple hours you’ll find yourself becoming best buddies with the crowd, composed mostly of Israeli, American and French youths. Once in a while, bedouin girls will come and try to sell you beaded bracelets, excuse for an amusing conversation in their broken English. Be ready to bargain, though. The food and beverage services are provided by local bedouins and a few working emigrants from Eastern Africa. You need only to ask whatever’s on the menu and, at the end of your stay, you pay for it all along with your bungalow. Things in Sinai are absurdly cheap.
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