It was confusing, especially after Luxor. I had envisioned it as a cute, fisherman destination wherein the locals love all things Red Sea. Instead I found myself standing in a large, pedestrianized street packed on both sides with cafes, restaurants, hotels and strange foreigners. It was a strange place where I witnessed the interesting sight of old Western white women holding hands with young Egyptian boys. In Egypt, things are getting worse, not better.
With the selective taxation where the rich get richer and poor remain poor, the decline in tourism and the plane crash in Sinai โ opportunities to secure financial freedom are few. Young Egyptian boys casually prostitute themselves for a better opportunity. Their only duty is to escort and sleep with old women. These gyrating women of frightfully advanced years โ women with washed out blonde hair and thighs that remind me of flowing lava โ usually German or Russian all look rather endearing pathetic.
The game is played on both sides. In return, she gives her pup a treat in the form of money, cars, apartment and if he is really lucky marriage and visa entry into Europe. Toy boy, the young Egyptian, is one of many in the country struggling to get by, this easy way out provides him with everything that he would otherwise struggle to obtain.
Can you blame either of them? I was fascinated. Who knew that in a God-fearing country like Egypt, this existed, and was so normal? Not I! Egypt Visitors is a company that operate diving, snorkelling, safari and private beach tours. These are the type of friends worth making on the Red Sea.
So the next morning I enthusiastically packed my bikini and joined them on the boat. I was super excited! During the drive there my friend kept repeatedly reassuring me that I should feel free on the tour, join in diving and snorkelling when I felt like it and should feel welcome. Little did I know that I was being prepped for my second surprise in Hurghada.
