Dreams of Dahab

Well it's a new month so we decided to change our surroundings. We packed up our gear (which was happily spread 'from hell to breakfast' as my dad would say), said goodbye to Dahab, and took the 12:30 bus to Cairo. It took 10 hours, and not much happened except for when an armed policeman boarded the bus and asked for our passports, and when we drove through a 1.6km long tunnel under the Suez Canal. Oooh, excitement. Back in crazy, polluted Cairo, we tried to find a different hotel, but ended up back at the Meramees. We didn't prefer to stay here (since it's right next to a mosque, most of the staff are rude, water and electricity work at random, and they still charge too much) but it was late, hot, and we knew the place is clean. We went to bed wondering why the hell we left Dahab when we still have 4 days until we fly out of Cairo.