Week in Egypt
I’ve been to Egypt before but never have I experienced it like I did this time. It was actually really surreal. I felt like I was living a new life in a new world where I did not remember my past or think about the future. Since the hotel was small and we got some amazing friends there (yes friends not just people to hang out with) I started to feel at home really easily.

Laura the girlfrieeenddd

The first night we met a bedouin guy called Sergi who had his own tent with carpets, pillows and shisha in the hotel. Straight away he took us under his wing, basically he was our genie in the bottle. Everybody knew him, if you wanted anything he made a call and it was there in 5 minutes. We loved to hang out in his tent, listen to Joe and Will Ask and go to the Moon bar. To describe Sergi the best I will share his poem:

No woman no cry,

No hashish no fly,

No Sergi no smile,

No water no flower (we never figured why this line has to be there)

In the same tent we met “the guy who came to the holiday with his girlfriend, dumped her, sent her back to Cardiff and stayed for another week” later he was better known as “the guy whose one nipple is erected all the time”. But most of all he became a good friend of ours. Before we knew we were the triple of forever alones, who kept the hotel up for the whole night, the awkward people who laughed their asses off while having a breakfast because of still being drunk, the ones who had endless amounts of drinks in our balcony, listening to Pink Floyd. Damien was like our adopted brother who we knew as much as we knew his penis stories. People started asking “where’s the third one” when one of us was missing.

Also a very memorable person is a guy who is as perverted as all the other Egyptian men but in the most hilarious way, he loves Barney and he’s the most excited about Damian’s nipple. He was a great company and he could sing karaoke amazingly well!

The holiday was very relaxing but at the same time we got a lot of stories like the one where Laura, Damien and I almost got raped since we followed a shady guy to abandoned houses, how I didn’t recognize Sergi at the club and told him to leave me alone since he had normal clothes on instead of the bedouin burka, how we went to quad biking really fast in the desert, how we made some bedouin bread and did some star gazing with a real astronomer, how we saw an Egyptian tectonic dance, how we saw Justin Bieber at Hard Rock Café and how I was challenging a guy twice my size to have a tequila drinking competition.

The perfume store

Shishas

Trip in the desert

Little bedouin hipster

Quad biking in the desert

What is this? I don't even.....

I'm no liar I make some fucking fire

The tequilas

Out in the Hard Rock Cafe

A picture with Justin Bieber OMG!!

It was incredibly sad to leave. The three of us had some last drinks at the balcony. After hugging everybody and sitting in the coach, Damien standing next to the bus and waving, Laura and me actually tried really hard not to cry. Trage much? Actually the even more tragic moment was when we got back to London and this morning I had my last fried chicken in Bow, we walked towards our house singing “it’s time for the Perculator” the thing that we always did when we got back home from a party. And now sitting in the airport to go back to Amsterdam to study. I am sad to leave London but at the same time I feel amazing to think about the exciting half a year I had here and the even more thrilling things that are waiting for me.

That surreal moment when you just said goodbye to two countries and are waiting to go to a third one.

A letter Kristel left us when we got home