Hello landlubbers
John has pretty much said it all and described our feelings perfectly. We are all amazed at the sight of an engineering phenomena. Words and our photos can only hint at the excitement of travelling the Suez Canal. We've waved to all the ships passing and the people on the banks, and nearly all waved back, even the army. A few wolf whistles for both Sandra and Craig..he has made a couple of conquests on our way here! Say no more..
The team are suffering from mosquito bites aplenty. In Sandra's case they are more like mountains than lumps. Sandra is a star and has mucked in from day one and now her rolling hitches to tie the boat's fenders on securely are a legend. (to my shame, I am struggling with them, although I have cracked the bowline knot) She is also an ace in the kitchen as witnessed today by her outstanding homemade burgers. They will be terribly missed when they depart us at Sharm.
From the ladies point of view travelling in male dominated regions means we have had to put up with awful toilets and shower facilities. In Port Faoud the chaps had a green marble wash area, with fancy showers and loos. Sandra and I had manky loos, no showers at all and an infestation of ants! In our desperation to freshen up, we hijacked the men's showers and had Gordy on sentry duty to prevent any intrusion into our much needed hose down.
I was almost tempted to bring a stow away aboard. A determined little dog took a shine to us and followed us whenever we left the boat. She had a badly mangled ear and fleas, to judge by the endless scratching but she was the sweetest creature and simply wanted a bit of affection. Aah.
Well, it's 18.30 and we're in Lake Timsah. We girls have commandeered the music and are listening to the Carpenters (the lads are rolling their eyes and wishing it was David Guetta) and Gordy, Craig and John are once again trying to fix the outboard on the tender. We're down on our provisions and could do with a top up of beer and the odd bit of food! I guess at some point we'll hire a taxi and hit the hot spots of Crocodile city. Timsah is arabic for crocodile..so no swimming in the lake for us then!
Catch you all later
John has pretty much said it all and described our feelings perfectly. We are all amazed at the sight of an engineering phenomena. Words and our photos can only hint at the excitement of travelling the Suez Canal. We've waved to all the ships passing and the people on the banks, and nearly all waved back, even the army. A few wolf whistles for both Sandra and Craig..he has made a couple of conquests on our way here! Say no more..
The team are suffering from mosquito bites aplenty. In Sandra's case they are more like mountains than lumps. Sandra is a star and has mucked in from day one and now her rolling hitches to tie the boat's fenders on securely are a legend. (to my shame, I am struggling with them, although I have cracked the bowline knot) She is also an ace in the kitchen as witnessed today by her outstanding homemade burgers. They will be terribly missed when they depart us at Sharm.
From the ladies point of view travelling in male dominated regions means we have had to put up with awful toilets and shower facilities. In Port Faoud the chaps had a green marble wash area, with fancy showers and loos. Sandra and I had manky loos, no showers at all and an infestation of ants! In our desperation to freshen up, we hijacked the men's showers and had Gordy on sentry duty to prevent any intrusion into our much needed hose down.
I was almost tempted to bring a stow away aboard. A determined little dog took a shine to us and followed us whenever we left the boat. She had a badly mangled ear and fleas, to judge by the endless scratching but she was the sweetest creature and simply wanted a bit of affection. Aah.
Well, it's 18.30 and we're in Lake Timsah. We girls have commandeered the music and are listening to the Carpenters (the lads are rolling their eyes and wishing it was David Guetta) and Gordy, Craig and John are once again trying to fix the outboard on the tender. We're down on our provisions and could do with a top up of beer and the odd bit of food! I guess at some point we'll hire a taxi and hit the hot spots of Crocodile city. Timsah is arabic for crocodile..so no swimming in the lake for us then!
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