My New year's was kind of lame-o. We did a party in Aswan on top of a hotel. They had promised me over the phone belly dancing, sufi dancing, and something called 'sword dancing', plus buffet for only 55 egyptian pounds. So, I convinced my very unenthusiastic and tightwad-ish group to shell out the money becuse it sounded like a good deal and a lot of fun. Well, after watching 3 hours of 'sword dancing' (ie. boys dancing like fools with sticks - looked like a jane fonda work-out video), the group began to get ancey. My previous questions to the staff about the whereabouts of the belly and sufis went unanswered, so I decided to investigate further. They lied to me on the phone, they weren't showing up. So, I forced them to give me a discount. Passengers not impressed. Neither was I - wish I would've dranken more.
We also spent three days on the felucca - it was probably the most boring 3 days of my life - 72 hours that I will never get back. I was hoping that the second hand smoke from the felucca boys weed would put me in such a stupor that I'd be fooled into thinking I was actually having fun. Groups like these make you super thankful for groups that actually WANT to be in Egypt and say Thank You once in a while.
I entertained myself by making Little Becky marshmallows with Ramadan.
Then we ended up playing this retard-o game where you had to guess who the person on the toilet paper sticking to your head was. I was Brad Pitt. Later, I was Agathe Christie. PS. Welcome to my world of jerri-curl.
Later on, I stole the guards funny little hat and bullet clip. That livened things up a bit.
Oh well. Only 1 more tour to go before Morocco. From what I understand, people don't go there for sleep-away camp, they go for an adventure.