Sunday 16 August 2014. (copied from notebook)
Holliday.1
Just sitting in my room now trying to stay cool. It’s alright. the cleaner’s been in. Never seen a male cleaner until now. insect riddled flowers allover the bed as usual. Just put them on my sister’s bed… Parents and sister have gone to look about. I said i’d stay here cos I’m too tired and i can’t be doing with walking about in this heat on my first day. And i’m just trying to avoid putting on sunscreen.\
Saw a weird bird earlier. looked like it had on one od those aerodynamic helmets. Saw it when stood outside the main bit of the hotel on this veranda thing., talking to a couple and their daughter from Nottingham. Thought it was a squirrel at first. the bird, not them. They said the boat trips were good but told us that apparently the pyramids aren’t worth it and ‘DON’T GET ON A CAMEL’. Apparently the bloke with the camels in Soho nicked their camera to take a picture of the daughter on the camel and wouldn’t give it back until they gave him some money. The daughter looked in her twenties. Made me feel less bad about being 19 and on holliday with my parents…
They seemed like nice people. We have also met another coulpe and their son (about my sister’s age) They live about 5 mins from us at home. Doing me head in already. So far they have managed to complain about everything. The flight, their room, and then the food that the hotel had kept out for us because we arrived late at night. Came over to us and said 'bit of salad, thats not dinner’. Typical Brit. hmm? There was loads of cheese. That was really nice. Think it was feta. We made a sandwich of it with tomatoes and grapes. Sister grabbed a hot pepper. a full one. I took a massive bite out of it and had to spit it out. Nearly burnt my mouth off. Proper raw, hot pepper. Grapes had seeds in them but i just crunched through them.
Speaking of typical british, we seem to be the only ones who can queue here. Place is full of Russians pushing in. We are just too polite. Gets you no where.
Going to tell friend about the feta. No internet here though except in the Internet Room.. Can’t be bothered though. it’s useless. Feels kind of weird though. I feel like i’ve had a brain removed. Last night we had to actually talk to each other cos there was nowt else to do.
And in the Internet Room you have to pay for drinks. You have to pay for practically everything. Icecream, juice. I don’t even know what all inclusive means any more. oh well…
Going to read a book for something to do. Don’t have all the books i wanted to bring though cos i thought i’d be over my hand luggage allowance. But they didn’t even check. Anyway. Is there a limit to how much duty free you can buy before you get on the plane?
What book shall i skim first?