Looking like a good day
SATURDAY 6th
It's very quiet again as the groups have left for Petra and Eilat. Our sunbed neighbours are going swimming with the dolphins and then shopping in Eilat. I have told them about my memories of swimming with the dolphins as a surprise 45th birthday present from Keith. I can recall it as though it was yesterday. I was less competent in the water in those days and unbeknown to us our outing was videoded. The team asked if they could use it for advertising and we were given a copy as it shows you don't have to be able to swim. Most of the film is of Keith holding my hand and dragging me along. I can remember having my mask and snorkell kicked by one of the two German ladies in our group of 6. I panicked and leaped on Keith's back and pushed him under the water which took him by surprise - we had been told to let the dolphins come to us and not chase them which is what some of the group were doing.
Anyway back to our time by the pool. It is changeover day for the French and so the family have departed but someone else has been quick to take over their sunbeds. The birds are back and so are the flies! We were enjoying the warmth of the sun when a large black cloud appeared overhead and seemed to stop. Blue sky at sea, blue sky to the south and blue sky behind the mountain, and blue sky over the 'Sofitel' next door!
We went for a stroll along the front and saw the lagoon is almost full of seawater now but the closed signs are still in place. A few people were on the beach but everyone was again wrapped up in towels trying to keep warm. In the small bay a different sailing boat had taken shelter along with one of the dive boats. We walked up the wide track between the hotel grounds and the mountainside meeting another Brit coming in the opposite direction and commenting that "even the locals have left". We soon found ourselves by a deserted bedouin tent and saw what he meant. This must be the site of the tradional bedouin evening. It looked a sorry state today with broken pots and bare branches everywhere. We walked up the path were remains of metal canisters containing burnt ashes lined the way. Reaching the end of the path we entered a tunnel constructed of dried palm leaves woven together with tradional lamps hanging down to light the way. Coming out the other end we found ourselves on familiar territory by the tennis courts and over the road the 14th tee of the golf course.At last the blue sky reappeared so we returned to our sunbeds.
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