One of the fun things about going to different islands is that we have to jump from the boat and swim or walk into shore. I felt like a real native carrying my bag on my head to protect it from the water.
That night Maggie and I went out with the boys cousins to go dancing. We went to a club called Duport which has a bar, a dance floor, and a pool. Maggie, Hans (a cousin), and I tore up the dance floor. But after dancing for a while in the egypt heat and with no breeze we were considering the pool. Dressed up for our evening out we were unprepared for a dip in the pool. But clothes are clothes and we figured it was worth it.
Near the end of our evening... around 2 we left Duport to figure out how we were getting home. The mode of transportation in Gouna is something called a tok tok. It is sort of like an open taxi cab that I can visualize people falling out of very easily. Well we got to the tok tok stand
and there wasn't a single one in sight. Ofcourse they stop running at a reasonable hour of the night and there wasn't a phone between us. We had resigned our selves to walking, which would have taken hours if we knew the way, and praying that we came upon some insomniac tok tok driver who would take pity and rescue us. And thank goodness that's exactly what happened about 2 minutes into our walk.
So happy to be semi-safe in our insomniac driver's tok tok!
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