Plan was to relax and then get dinner in the Hard Rock Cafe later.
The day was nice just relaxing, jumping in and out of the pool, reading etc.
At some point in the morning, the phone in our room rang and Sam answered.
"Yargen?" she said in her best German / Dutch / foreign accent thinking it was the kids phoning from their room...
"er hello" came the very English and confused sounding response... "I was looking for Sam and Andy? It's Nick from Oonas dive club"
I fell about laughing as Sam tried to explain she thought it was the kids, and we have this little joke thing saying "yargen" instead of "yes"... lol
Anyway, we booked in to do a boat dive on Friday morning, so that should be awesome as we'll be going down to 18 metres, our deepest dive yet by some 4 metres (12 feet-ish for the imperial traditionalists out there).
The HRC was disappointing though... we were herded thru with none of the charm and charisma of the previous visit.
There was some event on that they seemed to want us out of the way for. Our waiter was polite but lacked the Egyptian charm we've become accustomed to. He knew a lot less English than other Egyptians we've talked to so it was difficult even to order. Not his fault at all, I don't go abroad and expect everyone to speak english, that would just be rude.
I've connected with a lot of Egyptians by learning some basic greetings and stuff like 'hi', 'thank you', 'goodbye', 'peace be upon you'... They seem to really appreciate visitors making even the smallest effort.
However the waiter didn't spoil things, we made the best of it as the food was still good.
Bye for now.
Cheers
Stootz
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