The Land of Pharaohs... not quite

On July 4th, America's birthday, I traveled from one middle eastern country to another, paying for it at least partially with my economic stimulus check. God Bless the US of A. I'm now in Egypt, although not the traditional Egypt, with the tombs and pyramids and all that. We're staying Dahab, a small town along the gulf of Aqaba, north of the Red Sea on the Sinai peninsula. Our hotel is the Bishbishi Garden Village, run by two very affable brothers. The older one, Jimmy, also owns the Funny Mummy Restaurant and runs a travel agent like business. He helps us set up the rest of our trip, basically getting us to the Nile river and up to Cairo, seeing the sites on the way. Our first night in Dahab was spent traveling to the middle of the Sinai peninsula. By 2 am we were at the bottom of Mount Sinai, you know, the ten commandments one. We hiked up (along with like a billion others) and found a "soft" spot of rock to nap on until sun rise. After about an hour and a half of being cold and uncomfortable we watched the sun rise over the mountains. It was pretty awesome, being (again) where Moses stood.
On the way down instead of taking the normal camel path, like most of the others (there were seriously hordes of people up on the mount) we took the steps of repentance, allegedly built by an anonymous pilgrim about a thousand years ago, 3000 steps from the top to bottom. About a quarter way down I take a wrong step and roll my ankle, the one I injured playing soccer the week before we left, making the rest of the steps down right miserable, but I guess I had a lot to repent for so it might have been appropriate. This morning I awoke without a ton of swelling and I can walk almost normal, so things should be alright. Thats all for now, I have to get ready for a scuba dive. Peace out!