For various reasons lines from particular songs have struck a struck a chord (sorry) at various times during my travels. I will be suitably impressed if anyone was able to identify the title of this post as a line from the Weddings, Parties, Anything sone 'The Year She Spent in England.' Anyway, now that the moment has past, I thought I would reflect on it for posterity (this is my diary after all).
I'm not sure whether, in my exhaustion when I arrived in Dahab, that I got careless or just unlucky. Either way, I ended up with a case of the (apparently) dreaded 'Dahab Shits.' I'm pretty confident it wasn't the seafood platter I enjoyed on my first night here (it would have to have set a record) but I did wash my teeth in the tap water and the salds and some of the glasses (washed in that tap water) do have some questions over them in this part of the world.
A visit to the pharmacy (you don't need a prescription for anything over here) and the suggested local remedy of Anise tea, had me back on my feet after about a day and a half in bed and not being game to venture too far from the sanctity of my bathroom!
This made me realise that, despite all the great people I have met along the way, travelling by yourself can have its pitfalls. It's most of the reason for a line from the the Waifs song London Still to come floating into my conciousness - 'Today I dream of home and not of London anymore.'
As I said when I started, that moment has passed. Catching up on sleep and a night out with Carol (who I'd met in Syria) has got me back to dreaming of Mt Sinai, Cairo, Abu Simbel, Thebes and Karnak (as it should be).
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