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To the left, the view from Martin's room. This time he lived
in the new wing of the hotel. With a lift. To the right, the
rubbish view from the balcony. |
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The room seen from the balcony, some 2 square meters.
Martin having breakfast as he did last time he was here. |
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The back alley to the Empire Trenton Hotel, part of the same
group. The pool, not to good to swim in. Only 15 meters
accross. |
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The roof over the conference hall. As long as it doesn't
rain, it's OK. The Swedish tour guide doing her tricks. |
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The street of Empire Inn Hotel. Martin was
taken for a ride by a guy selling spices. Paid LE 15,- for a beer. Same
price in the hotel. |
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The other roof. Picture taken from the top of the hotel.
Here you can listen to the jalla
songs for prayers. (You have to use WinAmp. Windows
doesn't work.) Local salesmen outside the Empire
Triton hotel. Same junk everywhere. |
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The main mosque in Hurgadha. Been there, done that seen it
before. Martin relaxing outside the mosque. |
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Lovely, knowledgeable Nils and his grumpy wife Gerd.
Unfinished buildings in the outskirts of Hurghada. Not nice. |
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The super perfume shop. Martin has bought perfume there
before. Suren and Martin in the mirror, taking the picture. |
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Perfume for millions. Not worth it. The name
of the owner. A big, fat, unpleasant and unsmiling Egyptian. Not a nice guy. |
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The local construction workers have a rough time, just
finding places to sleep. The Egyptians know how to treat migrant workers.
Not like stupid Norway, where they get on the dole a soon they come into the
country. And rubbish
everywhere. The minarets towards they evening sky. |
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Martin relaxing alone in the bus with just a smoking driver
as company. Hanne, Finish tour guide, not married to Lot. |
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Time for water pipes. Martin doesn't smoke and didn't try.
These to birds did. They are Anne-Lise og Jorunn. |
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