This was the day I dreaded the most – spending almost 24 hours out in the open air on a sail boat, with sporadic access to a bathroom. Between the heat and the mosquitoes, I was sure I would be completely miserable the entire time. I have to admit that I was very pleasantly surprised by how much I didn’t hate the experience. We had a late start, thank goodness, and boarded our sail boat at noon. We split up into two groups – it was supposed to be the girls on one boat, and the couples and boys on another.
Justice, however, true to his form (which I’ll have to get into in another post because I’m not sure enough words of videos can describe the spectacle that is Justice. A small preview: blond, balding 20 year old German boy permanently decked out in knee-high socks, hiking boots, and a Jack Wolfskin hat and fanny pack) requested to be “on the boat with the German flag”, aka the girls’ boat. The real reason is that he’s in love with Karolina who is 10 years his senior and completely out of his league. I’m not sure he even has a league.
Anyway, we entertained ourselves for the first couple of hours taking pictures all over the sailboat, enjoying the views and the breeze.
At lunchtime, we boarded our “support boat”, which was a two-story motor boat that had two bathrooms, a kitchen, and an eating area. Lunch was a simple dish of macaroni and potatoes. Considering that more than half of us were suffering from some serious stomach problems from the day before, we were grateful for the simple meal. The boats then docked at a shore and we spent the next couple of hours playing in the Nile.
Then back on the boat again when our Coptic Christian tour guide, Michael, entertained himself by flipping through one of the girl’s magazines and getting altogether too excited at EVERY SINGLE bikini picture he saw. Finally we docked for dinner as the sun was setting and had a nice meal with a lovely view.
After a day of doing nothing, everyone was awfully boisterous and no one (except myself, of course) wanted to go to sleep until close to 2am. Covered in Nile water, sunblock, and bug spray we all climbed into our sleeping bag liners on the felucca and tried to grab a few hours of shut-eye. This was a lot FEWER hours than anyone of us knew because, as the sun rose, the motor boat turned on its engine and our wake-up call was the smell of gasoline and the sound of the motor. Needless to say, I was not the happiest of campers for the rest of the day.
Justice, however, true to his form (which I’ll have to get into in another post because I’m not sure enough words of videos can describe the spectacle that is Justice. A small preview: blond, balding 20 year old German boy permanently decked out in knee-high socks, hiking boots, and a Jack Wolfskin hat and fanny pack) requested to be “on the boat with the German flag”, aka the girls’ boat. The real reason is that he’s in love with Karolina who is 10 years his senior and completely out of his league. I’m not sure he even has a league.Anyway, we entertained ourselves for the first couple of hours taking pictures all over the sailboat, enjoying the views and the breeze.
At lunchtime, we boarded our “support boat”, which was a two-story motor boat that had two bathrooms, a kitchen, and an eating area. Lunch was a simple dish of macaroni and potatoes. Considering that more than half of us were suffering from some serious stomach problems from the day before, we were grateful for the simple meal. The boats then docked at a shore and we spent the next couple of hours playing in the Nile.
Then back on the boat again when our Coptic Christian tour guide, Michael, entertained himself by flipping through one of the girl’s magazines and getting altogether too excited at EVERY SINGLE bikini picture he saw. Finally we docked for dinner as the sun was setting and had a nice meal with a lovely view.
After a day of doing nothing, everyone was awfully boisterous and no one (except myself, of course) wanted to go to sleep until close to 2am. Covered in Nile water, sunblock, and bug spray we all climbed into our sleeping bag liners on the felucca and tried to grab a few hours of shut-eye. This was a lot FEWER hours than anyone of us knew because, as the sun rose, the motor boat turned on its engine and our wake-up call was the smell of gasoline and the sound of the motor. Needless to say, I was not the happiest of campers for the rest of the day.
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