The Great Race

I'm off to Dahab tomorrow, but with a twist:

It's the Great Race!

Laura, Robert, and I are going to take a bus for 30LE to the Suez Canal and from there rely on our combined luck and our combined wits to get to Dahab.

Monica, Katlyn, Brent, and Jacob are going to Sharm al-Sheikh for 85LE and from there are going to catch something to get them to Dahab.

The trick is to get there first and to spend less money per person. We'll have a seven hour head start but their first destination is only an hour away from their last destination, while we have to catch a bus with three or four hours left in the journey, not knowing what times they leave and such.

Since my team was buying the tickets, I thought we should buy their tickets sitting them apart from each other, and putting one of them by the bathroom on the bus. We also toyed with the idea of buying their tickets for Sunday instead of Saturday, thus forcing them on the time issue, and also forcing them to spend an extra five dollars to spend the day in Alexandria. We laughed and discarded the idea, keeping the competition friendly.

Anyway, the hostel has only two rooms available, so we figure that the first team to get there wins the rooms as the prize.

Now I only wish there was a red flag at our hostel in Dahab that we could replace with a green one to prove that we were there. I guess we'll be the ones placing the flag for those to follow.

And I went to Cairo this morning and bugs ate my feet while I was on the microbus. Seriously. I probably have over forty bites per foot, I'm not sure if they were mosquitos or fleas. Miserable.