Anticipating a 16-hour bus trip is easier than surviving a 17-hour one. And this is from me who believed I had a cast-iron stomach and was more powerful than any nasty little amoeba. I suppose I deserved to be taken down a notch or two. I think this bout may have knocked me down a few rungs more than that. The discomfort started while were were crossing the Sinai Canal, as at least I think so as it was quite dark.
We didn't get into Dahab until around 11:00 am and checked into Octopus Gardens Hotel. We were tired and slept most of the afternoon.
I'm bound to feel better tomorrow in this sleepy, scuba-tourism Red Sea town.