To Dahab!

The next day we took a cab from Sharm to Dahab. Funny story about the cab; he was a dick. So we pay him the agreed upon price as we get in the cab because ‘he needed’ gas’; it was somewhat expensive because we were taking a private cab. So we get 20 minutes down the road and the cab driver pulls over to the side of the road saying that his engine was overheating. We hang out for a bit and then he starts up again. Almost immediately he pulls back over, saying that his engine wasn’t going to make it. He then tells us his friend is coming this way and that he would just take us the rest of the way. He then proceeds to flash his lights at every single car that goes by. Kelly and I totally called him out on it and then he got grumpy. He manages to flash down a minibus that stopped. So our cabbie skips across the road and then tells us the minibus will take us the rest of the way and not to pay the minibus driver because he already gave him the money. Dude totally paid the minibus driver a quarter of what we originally paid him and then pocketed the rest.

The minibus was pretty much empty and the driver was an Arabian dude who seemed pretty friendly. I was utterly terrified that he was going to drive us off into the sandy hills and then we’d be ransomed or killed. I could see the headlines: (In an ominous voice) Two American teachers on vacation in the Sinai Peninsula get in a cab to Dahab. They are never seen alive again. DUN DUN DUNNNN. But the minibus driver had pictures of his two year old daughter on his dash which made me feel a little bit better and he was a genuinely nice guy. We actually ended up calling him and taking his minibus on the way back to Sharm a few days later.