I know it has been radio silence around these parts, but I'm back from a glorious holiday in the sunshine, happy and well rested. I don't think I've ever needed a break as much as I have this holiday and it came at the perfect time in the most perfect place - Sharm el Sheik. I have to admit, when living in South Africa I would never have thought of going to Egypt for a summer holiday. The political turbulence and distance aside, why should I when Durban is only a flight away? But living in the UK now, I understand the appeal of guaranteed sunshine, amazing service and 40 degree weather every.single.day. It's just heavenly. English Summer I equate to the the Loch Ness Monster or the Yeti - their are sightings but it never sticks around quite long enough to confirm its existence.
So with the need to escape the perpetual grey tone of English summer skies (though to be fair, as I'm typing this it's a gloriously sunny day, one of maybe 5 warm days we will see this month) Matt and I jetted off to the number one destination for UK tourists - Egypt.