17 Nov 2011
CALL A TAXI
more participants at Jenny Matlock's Alphabet Thursday
The only means to go downtown to Hurghada, are your feet or a taxi. As it is a little to far to walk unless you want to arrive a few cm or inches shorter, you call a taxi. There are hundreds, driving up and down the main street.
Before you cross the main street, I suggest to increase your life insurance and make a testament. Cars are coming from all sides, double left or right, honk in concert and don't pay attention at all at walking people.
I adventured a little on the street to stop a taxi which should take us back to our hotel. After having nearly lost the toes of my left foot (or was it the right ?) by a honking car driving very close to me, a taxi stopped. He opened the door and I asked the price. No problem he told me, yes I said I know there is no problem, but how much ? 5 $ he said. 5 !! I exclaimed are you crazy, we payed one $ from our hotel to here ! OK he said, 1.50 $, no I said, 1 $ and not a cent more.
Come in, he smiled and slapped with the hand on the front seat. We sat down and admired the interior of his taxi. Silver shining plastic carpets (very chic) beautiful covers on the seats and ...
Mickey Mouse as cover for the head support. While he was driving in this crazy traffic, honking and gesticulating with his hands while talking, he also put on music for us. I know a few words in arabic, and the most important one is of course : "I love you", or "I like you" which means"Habibi" and which you hear in every song. So we sang with him "Habibi, habibi, until we arrived, had a nice but dangerous ride and waved good bye.
While you are reading this (or not) I sit in the airplane back to Brussels !