It's hot. I pass out in the sun on the balcony of my room on the fourth floor. The magic combination of wind, sun and sand in just the right amounts makes me lazy, sleepy and totally satisfied with it. Don't wanna do anything else, just lay in the sun, nod my head and reply any disturbance of my peace with: “Yes. Five minutes. Of course. I'll call you. Yes. Sure. No problem.” Nevertheless it's Eighth of March, the International Women's Day. United Nations call it “Ending Impunity”, everyone here in Hurghada (and most of former USSR) calls it just an excuse to party one more time.
Hurghada greets me with a pleasantly calm day – which, by local standards means abundant sunshine with temperatures of 22-28 degrees Celsius and blazing winds that within their force try and fail to diminsh the effect of sun and hot sand. Forecasts predict a steady 30 degree temperature without clouds in this magnificient city where, according to Virtual Tourist, rain hasn't fallen since 1996.
- You need the Bedouin toothbrush, those sticks they use to clean teeth shiny white, - says my female dentist while checking out my chickentrap. - Where do I get those? Do you have them? - I start to get curious, since fascinating traditional medicine sometimes surpasses the achievements of modern science.
