El Gouna – hard to believe such a place exists. First there was the Red Sea lapping on the shores of a barren desert, and then there was El Gouna. It was built as a resort town and that’s what it is – with 16 thousand inhabitants. There is now an international school here, and most of the amenities required to support the locals who maintain the resorts. http://www.elgouna.com/
To get here was interesting. Thank goodness David had a phone number for Fast Link since all the Egypt Air flights were sold out. Dale was and still is unable to find Fast Link on the internet, and we had to go to an obscure apartment in Cairo
to pick-up the ticket. The airplane is a Saab 340, and I got the last seat. It may have had something to do with Friday and Saturday being the weekend and 40+ degrees out.
Dinner was at the Marina at a Moroccan Restaurant. The owner came over and let us know which items we had to try for a real Moroccan flavour, and he did an excellent job. Sorry I can’t name the dishes, but you must give it a try sometime. Everything was marvelous.
The most famous beach in El Gouna for Kite Surfers is Mangroovy Beach – a mere 10 minute ride in a Tuk Tuk – if you dare. While Dale was getting dunked several times during his lesson, along with David and Stephen, Cathy, Steven and I sat in the bar and watched. The seafood c
howder was the best ever, a
nd the mixed
To get here was interesting. Thank goodness David had a phone number for Fast Link since all the Egypt Air flights were sold out. Dale was and still is unable to find Fast Link on the internet, and we had to go to an obscure apartment in Cairo
to pick-up the ticket. The airplane is a Saab 340, and I got the last seat. It may have had something to do with Friday and Saturday being the weekend and 40+ degrees out.Dinner was at the Marina at a Moroccan Restaurant. The owner came over and let us know which items we had to try for a real Moroccan flavour, and he did an excellent job. Sorry I can’t name the dishes, but you must give it a try sometime. Everything was marvelous.
The most famous beach in El Gouna for Kite Surfers is Mangroovy Beach – a mere 10 minute ride in a Tuk Tuk – if you dare. While Dale was getting dunked several times during his lesson, along with David and Stephen, Cathy, Steven and I sat in the bar and watched. The seafood c
howder was the best ever, a
nd the mixed(click on the photos to get a closer view)
fruit drinks were all made with fresh fruit – mango, strawberry, honeydew, orange, guava, passion fruit etc. poured in layers in a tall glass. Beautiful. Oh yes, Dale did quite well, but will need another lesson or two to be proficient – I will have to go again sometime to keep an eye on him (I hope).
We went to the Marina again for dinner on Friday, and this is their usual night for a Street Festival. A stage was set up and a band of five lovely Latin American singers and musicians entertained us with their vast repertoire, interspersed with a Belly Dancer and a Flame Dancer. Most of the restaurants have their tables down by the water, and serve BBQ. We had salads, roast vegetables, rice, potatoes, quail, chicken, steak and a kind of sausage they just refer to as shish kebab. What a feast. Oh yes, and all the beer, wine and water you can drink. And you never need a sweater – until you go into the hotel!
Dale’s Kite Surfing Instructor Thomas was booked Saturday morning, so we just watched for a while before he had to go get ready for his flight. When I arrived to check in for my flight, there was a thatched roof waiting area and that was it. But the plane departed with me on it, so all was well. Back to Cairo . . .
We went to the Marina again for dinner on Friday, and this is their usual night for a Street Festival. A stage was set up and a band of five lovely Latin American singers and musicians entertained us with their vast repertoire, interspersed with a Belly Dancer and a Flame Dancer. Most of the restaurants have their tables down by the water, and serve BBQ. We had salads, roast vegetables, rice, potatoes, quail, chicken, steak and a kind of sausage they just refer to as shish kebab. What a feast. Oh yes, and all the beer, wine and water you can drink. And you never need a sweater – until you go into the hotel!
Dale’s Kite Surfing Instructor Thomas was booked Saturday morning, so we just watched for a while before he had to go get ready for his flight. When I arrived to check in for my flight, there was a thatched roof waiting area and that was it. But the plane departed with me on it, so all was well. Back to Cairo . . .
Love,
Laurel
(the camel is on the beach at the Movenpick where we stayed)
(click on the photos to get a closer view)
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