We left Jordan and headed through the borders via Israel once again.

Once we got to the Egypt border they really started to check our bags.(i think they were having a slow day) They made me open my bag but luckily they didn’t empty it all like they did with TUTs.

The bad thing about travelling with TUT (a.k.a Ian Dixon) is, well he carries way too many gadgets and that’s why we were standing there for 45 minutes. They looked through his binoculars, asked him what all the wires were for, questioned him about his speaker and well lets just say they had probably the most fun they have ever had doing that job.

The next most embarrassing thing was his passport picture. Before we left he really had a tough time getting his passport picture at the machine. He couldn’t look or act any more like an international spy.(or Frank Gallagher) Every place where they asked us for our passports they kept asking if it was him and really it looks nothing like him. His hair sticks out every where, a miserable smile and droopy eyes (no offence). They actually took the passport and the binoculars away at one point to ask a higher authority if he really was Austin Powers. Well that was the beginning of our day.

The drive from the border in Taba to Sharm El Sheik (we finally let Tut have his wish of a resort) took 3 hours. The resort we (not me) picked was called Radisson Blu. It had one main pool but was not heated (we already knew that) and there were two small pools which WERE heated.

The resort had a good section of beach with a park and volley ball court (I tried my best to persuade Tut to play but I didn’t succeed).

The most annoying (very) was the jokey entertainment team (which I didn’t participate in as it was ridiculous). They herded all the Russians (by the end of this stay I disliked Russians for many reasons) and danced to the most annoying song and sang this ” OOH OOH” noise that sounded like a herd of seals.

The best thing was breakfast and meals (we didn’t get all-inclusive). I don’t usually eat as much as I did (although I do eat quite a bit) but it was hard not to. There was so much choice and taste in all of it that you just have to get it. At breakfast Jed always used to get pancakes with chocolate sauce on and at meal times he got lots of chocolate cakes so he got very famous being called “”choco boy” by the staff.

I spent most of my time catching up on my blog for Jordan and reading. The coral and fish were really good too. The resort also had beautiful gardens.

One of the guys from the jokers entertainment asked me and mum as we walked in for dinner why I didn’t join in and my mum said I’m very busy with a blog and explained much of it (I had a lot more reasons). When I said the most annoying thing were the entertainments that might not be exactly true.

My main one was the photographer. He strutted about with a baseball cap and a huge camera around his neck from about 11 am onwards. He took almost everyone’s picture there and then tried to sell you them later on. So I tried to avoid him all the time as I hate having my picture taken (that’s my mums fault as she took me to India where you get your picture all the time if you have blonde hair).Actually he did get me one day and made me pose for him but i walked off after a bit!! (my mum persuaded me)!

One day we walked out of the resort to the main part of Sharm as we were technically on the edge of the whole resort. We went to Naama bay for the day.

I’m really glad we didn’t stop in the main place as it was really packed, yes with Russians! We went on a glass-bottom boat, mainly for Jed to see some fish

but unfortunately he was more interested in playing games on mums phone. The captain let me and Jed drive the boat (sort of)

and Jed decided to take his chance and put his hand on the accelerator and the boat went really fast for a few seconds and well the captain shot us dirty looks and said that was enough.

Even though I had to dodge a few people it was a nice rest for our long journey.