In Sharm el Sheik this did not work out, though. I tried so hard to find a book store - but to no avail. No one knew of one. The closest thing I could find was the library in the hotel we stayed at. Which was not much to talk about, to be honest. A couple of left-behind books on a shelf only.
The result is that I have come home without any more books in my suitcase than when I left. For once. I do believe that is a new record for me! Fingers crossed our next journey will bring better luck bookwise. Although I must say I did have a happy boyfriend who got off the usual spending-time-in-book stores-hook... I am pretty sure he did not mind one bit...*laughing*
|At the hotel...|
|At the beach...|