About thirty years ago, the city of Hurghada on the Red Sea was just a fishing village with a small airstrip used by the air force, a few military barracks, and roaming goat herds. Then someone figured out that the tourists who flocked to the pyramids and the Valley of the Kings could be lured to the Red Sea if only there were some hotels and diving centers there. Hurghada now boasts a population of 150,000 with hundreds of hotels, resorts, dive centers, shops, and restaurants. One of the newest additions is the Marina.
Along a quarter-mile street, a row of buildings with apartments above and shops, bars and restaurants below have gone up opposite a newly built marina with docking facilities for a hundred or so sailboats and powerboats.
There are some nice yachts, too. Considering that Egypt's rather poor, I often wonder where the yachts come from. The smaller ones have port cities listed on their sterns from everywhere from Johannesburg to Florida. Further out on a man-made dock are even bigger ones with 4-5 levels. I wonder where they come from. Saudi Arabia? Kuwait? They sure are beautiful, and the marina is a nice (if expensive) place to visit and spend the evening.
It's the first Wednesday in the month. Time for the Insecure Writer's Support Group post!
Hmm... What am I insecure about this month? Could it be because rejections are glaring at me from my Inbox? Or that I can't decide on a new project? Or that I worry that if I eat any more chocolate-comfort food I may explode?
All of the above. This publishing stuff is hard. I need some support, guys. Comment away!