My Breaking Point II......

After arriving in Sharm, we were both tired and a little frustrated about the events of the day, so we ate and then went back to the room. Alex went to sleep and I went for a walk and then played some pool till midnight before going to bed.

The next day was alright. We went to a beach, got some sun and then went to Na'amba Bay, the tourist/shopping/party part of the area. Now, those of you that know me know that I do not party. I do not drink and I don't like really loud music that prevents you from having an actual conversation with the people you are with.....all these things are what Sharm is known for, so it's not a wonder why I was ready to leave. Don't get me wrong, we had some fun for the brief time we were there, but it was enough.

The hotel that we stayed at was very nice. One of the other teachers at school is the daughter of the man who owns it. It's called the Uni Sharm Hotel and it actually has a lot of Russians and Estonians that stay there. Someone thought that I was Estonian one day, which was a little weird.

One of the highlights was speaking what little Arabic we knew with the workers. They seemed to be excited that some tourists actually could speak some of their language and we were treated very well once they knew that....so that was a plus.

One of the drawbacks to Sharm though were the taxi drivers. Twice we got a driver that had no idea where he was going and that trend continued the morning we left. We knew where to go and told the driver, who then thought he was headed in the right direction. I told him that in fact he wasn't and that the bus station we needed to be at was across from the hospital. He shrugged me off and said okay, then asked a local. I then pointed in the direction of the hospital, saying "HOS-PI-TAL, the International Hospital, it's right there! Go to the Pyramid" (the hospital was shaped like a pyramid...awesome). Again, he ignored me and asked another local, who pointed him in the right direction. At this point, our bus left in 15 minutes and I was a bit frustrated.

We arrived with 10 minutes before the bus left and we then got out of the cab. The bus driver looked at us and said that the ride would cost 50 LE (Egyptian Pounds). At this point I lost it because the ride was only 20 LE, probably 15 or 10 for a local. I told the man he would get 20 and that's it. He said no, 50....and so it began. As I was yelling at the man, telling him that is was bull what he was doing to us. I said again and again, 20 is what you will get, just take it and we'll leave. He would reply, "No, okay, 40 LE".

"No, you don't get it buddy. You're ripping us off because we're tourists and you think we're stupid. This is bull____ and I'm tired of it. You get 20." (this phrase was repeated a lot by me).

The man said he would take thirty and then tried to look at Alex for help. Alex was having no part in this argument because he had never seen me like this. I'm not proud of it by any means and I handled it the wrong way, but you can only be taken advantage of so many times before you've had enough....I was at that point.

I finally told him that he could either take the 20 from me, or I would throw it in his car and we would walk away. He again said 30, at which point I threw the 20 LE note in his car, said "Ha-laas" (or finished) and walked off.

This ended our fun-filled time in Sharm. The bus ride back to Cairo was actually quite nice. We rode on a Super-Jet, which is much cleaner, more spacious and actually has a bathroom in it that is relatively clean. I will probably never go to Sharm again (not my scene), but I had a lot of fun in Jordan and I would like to go back one day.....