|This was wasteland not long ago. Now Port Ghalib, a divers and longdrinkers paradise.|
Some of the visitors in Marina Lodge do not even snorkel. It is madness to me. But I do realize that they appreciate the stay, for one reason or the other. I mean, they actually seem happy to be here, doing pretty much nothing except sipping a drink and stretching by the pool - and I am the only grumpy one.
I am ... a snob.I am realizing that I am a snob, much more than them. I am a cultural snob, not wanting to mix with the touristic underclass cramming uninteresting places like this, which is unworthy of my refined and experienced presence.
Actually, I am more and more avoiding to enter conversations with climate travelers. I am the odd one staying to himself, or being seen communicating with the pool-guy, hoping to find traces of a real story, not just plastic-fantastic.
|A friendly talk and a cup of tea - even with no business. Very good guys. Look for their kind!|
Well, to tell the truth, even I softened up somewhat during my stay. A couple of the guests were really nice and we had some good conversations - enough for a russian guy to think I was hitting on his wife and daughter and for a sweet elderly German couple to share their stories.
confusing non believerBefore I leave, I also have a wonderful talk with Dalia and Fatima, working in the reception and everywhere else. They appear to be the only ones to speak good English in this place. I am told that the staff really wondered who I was, when I arrived. I had noticed a curiosity among them. My beard first brought them to believe I am Muslim, so they respected me.
"No, I am not," I answered when a guy dared ask.
That made them assume I was Israeli, and they stopped liking me.
"No, I am not," I answered when another guy asked, and I added "I actually do not stick with a religion."
That completely confused them. So without knowing it, I had been the talk of the hotel. But not only the hotel.
|When the end is good, everything is good (Norwegian saying...)|
"A Norwegian?" the other fellow had asked, not sure who he meant. "Well, I only saw one guy as you describe, he was talking with everybody..."
"THAT is the guy!" my fellow passenger had said.
So, that was just a small report from the talkative non believing snob... ending his stay in Marina Lodge, a clean and fairly reasonable hotel in the artificial and half finished oddity of Port Ghalib.
Welcome to ... Cairo!