So 12 hours before I was due to fly out to Egypt a national state of emergency and night time curfew were both declared by Egypt’s army. I packed my bags and headed of not deterred by the violence being broadcast on BBC news. My first four hours in Sharm were spent waiting in the airport for Marina with whom I will be travelling. Not nearly as dull as it sounds, I got chatting to the head of customs, a lovely chap named Mohammed, who whilst trying to understand my rather underwhelming Arabic casually lit up a cigarette right in front of the terminals huge no smoking sign, perhaps a metaphor for Egypt’s powerful elite I thought. After about 10 minutes of hopeless small talk a few of his friends joined him and started discussing what I think was their shared hatred of the government.. and America. My biggest concern was the night time curfew which is supposed to be in place from 1900 – 0600 however, it is blatantly ignored down here. I met with Marina and after getting ripped-off in our first taxi ride in the country we checked into our hostel. It’s a funny little place, cheap and full of Russians and Germans, bizarrely though quite a few people have asked me if I am Armenian. After having spoken with the receptionist for about 30 seconds he asked for my name to add me on Facebook, I was acquiescent, though whether this is simply the famous Arab hospitality and friendliness that I have heard much about, or some creep who needs a new victim to stalk. From what I have been able to read about online things are rapidly deteriorating in Cairo and indeed the rest of the country. The Army are brutally massacring Muslim Brotherhood members all over the country and the the Coptic Christians also appear to be getting a pretty raw deal. At the minute I find it very hard to see the trouble spreading to Sharm, this place is so autonomous, it really is in it’s own little world. However, earlier today whilst the minarets were blasting out Friday prayers I did hear an angry preacher deriding America, but I think that’s just the popularity vote. Like back in the UK, complain about the number immigrants and you’ll usually get folks on your side but it never amounts to any tangible change. I may be wrong, but it’s the impression that I get. As I write this I am waiting on a Taxi to take us to Dahab, a place I’ve heard raving reviews about. I’m told a chap there called Jimmy who works at the place i’m going to stay is really “in-the-know” so perhaps a chat with him might leave me better informed for what is going on in the rest of the country. Excuse any blatant typos my tired eyes have missed, I will write again once I have got to grips with Dahab and met “Jimmy”.

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