You know a place is good when I forget that you’re actually in Egypt (No offence to my Egyptian friends … Cairo is well … Cairo). We debated about going to Europe instead – serious considering ignoring the advice of all of our friends in Europe who warned of rain, rain and more rain. But, as she has done so often, Mother Egypt sucked us back in. So we gave it another try. And thankfully we did. Sharm was absolutely fantastic. You know you’re in good hands when you see an old Hosni Mubarak poster in good shape. Yoga in the mornings overlooking the flawless scene of a glimmering turquoise and navy Na’ama Bay, snorkeling through coral and exotic marine life in the afternoon, some parasailing and water tubing in Red Sea mixed in, relaxing and cooling off on the beach with our virgin Zombies – we took every opportunity to take in our surroundings and enjoy Sharm.
Ironically, I also had the best butter chicken in my life there. A nice little fine-dining establishment in our hotel, the Rangoli, with an overadvertised “original Indian chef” served up an unforgettable butter chicken and fish curry.
It was a bit of different trip for us – instead of setting off and exploring, we took it easy and enjoyed the moment. Egypt has been an incredibly long journey with its highs and lows. This was our way of stopping to breathe and getting ready to close this absolutely wonderful and enriching chapter in our lives.