23 March, 1998 —Dahab, Sinai, Egypt
I’ll be starting the journal today.
Modern Egyptian culture and society really moves at a much slower pace than it does back at home. This is why I had such a hard time in the country before. Time limits are a no-no! Islam, the underlying fundamental foundation really has its influences, even upon the secular. Materialism, although increasingly evident, is not as important, there are a lot of people, however dishonesty seems not a result of poor. Why is there so much crime in the West?
Anyway, Dahab is great. A paradise. Is/Are there any other such places? I.e.: Cheap accommodations/food, wonderful activities, and a cross point of travelers? Well, we will soon see.
Two dive today, both over 12 meters under the surface of the sea. Great dives; good food: Honey Pancakes, spaghetti/pizza, tahina طحينة, garlic bread.
Everything in Egypt works, but there is always some special thing about everything: the door that doesn’t close right, the used books, everything. Someone from a sterile new society might need to get used to all the things in Egypt. Little did I know that that Peugeot that I drove in here, even though it looked beat up, would surely succeed in the trek in the desert.
Italian women rock. So do Norwegian women.
Went to the Dahab disco tonight. Got real high. Said good-bye to Cyndi. Went over after goodnights (got points.)