It was a small but interesting museum, I was just extremely tired and wanted to get back on the bus for some more nap time.
Next we headed to the cemetery of British soldiers lost in World War II at the battle of Al Alemain. It was extremely sad there. I found a boy who was 17 years old in the Navy who had passed away and I couldn't hold back the tears. It ended up being a lot more upsetting than I expected. However, because it was very tranquil I was able to reflect on my feelings.
Back on the bus, we continued our journey to Marsa Matrouh, everyone had their fingers crossed for no more delays. We got to
A little bit later, a bigger group met up with us and we took them to the same place where we were just sitting to have some refreshments and shisha and hang out. Once everyone had their drinks and things, Sonja posed
Later we talked more about everything, politics, people, most subjects weren't left untouched. It was really nice.
The next morning we got up early to head to the beach before breakfast then packed up everything to go to Siwa!
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