Thursday morning was my last full day in Egypt! I got out of the shower and found that my hotel only had tiny hand-sized towels in my room. When I put one around my waist, it made me look like an ancient Egyptian! Haha.
When we got back to the hotel, I had to shower and milk the wound (*retch*) on my side. My side felt a lot better since having been lanced by hand in a hotel lobby by the proprietor's daughters earlier that day. It looks really red and terrible in this photo, but it's mostly from me squeezing the skin to get all the pus to come out.
A couple months later, back in NYC, I got another one of these EXCEPT ON MY FACE and when I went to the doctor I found out it was a staph infection! Apparently, people always have staph bacteria under their skin, but somethings can cause it to infect a pore and then this happens. My doctor thinks I probably got it from diving in a bunch of wetsuits that weren't disinfected properly. Blech.
The next morning we did our best to clean up our sorta-destroyed dorm room. Here's me trying to get poster tack off of a towel. (We'd used to the poster tack to hang towels from the ceiling to try to dampen the brightness of the florescent lights).
...I gave her a vigorous rubbing with a towel which she actually seemed to like a lot. (The Bad One, however, turned out to pretty much HATE taking a bath and scratched the shit out of my arm when she tried using it to climb up out of the water!)
On Friday morning Sarah and Josh were watching TV in the living room and I came out of the shower to ask if there were any more "bigger towels." Josh was like "I think they just left a stack of fresh towels out in the hall." Me, "Out in the hall, eh? I guess I'll just turn around and walk out there and get one." To which Sarah and Josh replied "Uh, ok." So I turned around and...
On Saturday afternoon we were going to go to the beach but then it got cloudy. So instead, we just took pictures of my roommate's "beach hat" that Leigh had planned on borrowing for the day.
...that to our disappointment, belonged to Grant. Not that we weren't happy to see him, but you know, it was weird. He claims it was for some TV show thing he'd been filming in Los Angeles, but I don't know. The number of times this kid has "had to" cross-dress for work is certainly becoming suspicious.
It turns out, the only thing that moths like more than light is....Joey's hair. As soon as he stepped out the door they bum-rushed (moth-rushed?) his gorgeous locks.
We landed a day earlier than our scheduled check-in at the resort so we spent the first night in a beachside hotel near the airport. Fresh out of the water Kate poses on our room's porch (a photo which resulted in me locking ourselves out of our room).