Day 145:

Sometimes my Lonely Planet hits on the perfect word. Case in point: it describes the departure procedures at the Nuweiba port as "Shambolic." A perfect word! Damn it, but I think that the greatest accomplishment of the western world is our development of the concept of "lining up." Her in Egypt, as in EVERY OTHER COUNTRY I have visited so far, no one possesses any queuing mentality, but rather a mentality of pushing, yelling, shoving and butting ahead whenever possible. Eeek.

I'm on the boat now. We haven't yet departed. I'm not really sure why. I think that I have inadvertently sat down in the "women and children" section. Whoops. But anyways: the voyage to Jordan should only take an hour.

There is a nice restaurant in Nuweiba called "Dr. Sheesh Kebab." Nice food and nice staff is found there. Everyone should check it out. The place I slept at - "Soft Beach" - is decent enough, but like I said last time the ownership sends bad vibes towards people that don't spend much time at the in-house restaurant.

I tried to write a letter on the beach, but the words didn't come. The letter got away from me, so I threw it into the sea.