We took a local taxi downtown - a minibus packed to capacity with what seemed like only men (the journey itself was interesting and the men well behaved albeit briefly). This part of Hurghada was different, as if we had stepped into an ancient Egypt, as it would have been decades ago - dirt roads, lots of caged chickens ready for culinary sale, Egyptian clad folk ambling around smoking hashish, loads of herb stalls selling potions and fusions for every kind of ailment you can think of (and some that you would never have thought of), little boys dragging stubborn mules around and the occassional suidice cyclist dashing out of nowhere. This crowded, bustling town has a strong smell of spice mixed with a bit of dirt, strawberry smoke and fried food. Fascinating to watch but girls be warned, be prepared to be harassed if you're alone.
