HOLIDAY IN THE RED SEA (continued, p.2) The plane took off only at 11:30. Flight attendants do not even think to welcome us on board, or at least apologize for the poor performance of the company. After more than a 4.5-hour delay they still remained the audacity to roll their carts through the ranks and offer us to buy sandwiches at inflated prices and the warm juice. Not an ounce of regret in the form of at least a free bottle of water! Well, anything! I know whereof I speak, I have worked in this business for over 5 years. For a few moments before takeoff on internal radio gave a prayer to Allah, and this time I also decided to pray that our mission was successful. These houses reminded me of Bangkok we flew to Jeddah in the morning, and the fact that our luggage (well, why do not we take their bags with them as we normally do it? ") Appeared on the belt had gone for another hour. And again, nobody really could not say at what our luggage conveyor served as representatives of the ground personnel, "U.S. Air", as you already understood, again, was nowhere in sight. Something like Finding Nemo, Once the glass doors of the terminal opened, and we came out not outside, moist air immediately made my hair curl small devil, and we were immediately attacked by a noisy crowd of taxi drivers. Exhausted and hungry, we boarded the silver taxis. The driver was a man of understanding and agreed on the way to the hotel to stay near McDonald's. Berth When we got to the hotel Crowne Plaza Jeddah, was already 3 o'clock in the morning. Satisfied that we had almost reached the bed, we approached the front desk. I make a booking on the website Booking.com. I used them 3 times. 2 of them, he let me down. I do not even know what makes us repeat the same mistakes over and over again. At this time I have learned a lesson. Sociable Hindu for the reception told me with a smile on his face that we did not book a room at the Crowne Plaza. My head was ready to burst into pieces when I took a printout of online ordering. Half an hour later, during which the manager's name was carefully checked our passports and residence permits, and a lot of banging on the keyboard, we still carried out in our room. I booked a room overlooking the sea and this is very happy. Look at the blue waters of the ocean, to look into the distance, and finally to withdraw his abaya - that's all I needed was to everything that happened to us over the past few hours, faded and disappeared in the back of my mind labeled "unimportant" . Cookies? Flower? Clam? However, it appears that the stars in that weekend lined up for us in the astrological order. Waiter immediately informed me that in areas of public hotel, such as lobby, restaurant and everybody, except my room, I had to wear the abaya. Well, well! Just wonderful! But the latest news completely bowled me over. Going into our expensive room and took off her abaya, I pulled down the curtains to look at the "sea view". Everything that I imagined in my dreams, burst like a soap bubble, when I saw outside the building site, which was located right under our window. Representatives of the hotel just forgot to warn us that at the moment is upgrading its main entrance. The very same wonderful "sea view" can be opened to those who would lean out the window head, elongated neck and uzreet away ... a little shiny strip of water, lurking behind a huge concrete slabs. And where is the beach? I gave up. Andy was already in his heart, and I decided to consolation dinner with a Big Mac. A little later that night, tired as hell, I took one of my two pillows and put it on the floor. Type of bread crumbs on the white sheet confirms my fears that the room is not cleaned since the departure of the last guests. Fortunately for the hotel, I was too tired to complain. I brushed the crumbs off the bed and this time kept this little secret from her husband. Andy went to bed, and I nestled close by. Fish had a falling out the next morning we slept late. We abandoned the idea just to go down and dive in the Red Sea. I reluctantly wore a heavy black abaya on top of a bikini and bright summer dresses. We left the hotel and caught a taxi. "Beach Nahil" - Andy said to the driver. Tired and neradostnye, we watched rushes outside Jeddah. We went on so long that I was almost sure that our drivers have been kidnapped. "I wish that this beach was very good" - I muttered under his breath. Start material: Read more:
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