From time to time, I would look back to see if there were any Red Sea sharks following behind me. I made up my mind to get a diving certificate and buy a diving camera when I return to China. Last time I took a glass boat in the Great Barrier Reef, and this time I snorkeled in the Red Sea. I made a little progress each time. Next time, I will carry an oxygen tank and a harpoon to hunt sharks in the deep sea.

During lunch, a burly Belarusian carrying two plates of food asked Nalan Shiqi and Yunluo where they were from. Nalan Shiqi and Yunluo told him, "Chai Na! It's the country where the old demolitions happened. Do you know the special forces and urban management?" The Belarusian man suddenly realized something and said, "Oh! China! How do you say 'hello' in Chinese?"

After Nalan Shiqi and Yunluo told him, that guy kept talking excitedly like a parrot, "Hello, hello...", which reminded Yunluo of the joke about the tape recorder. He patted the guy's fat arm with a sly smile and said, "Ha, you're so good! I'll beat you to death (Very good, bye)".

The White Russian was so happy to hear Nalan Shiqi and Yunluo speaking in friendly Russian that his body was shaking with joy. Russians are chauvinistic and not many of them can speak English. When should we show the attitude of a great power? Yunluo goes abroad and speaks English. If foreigners come to China and don't speak Chinese, they will roll their eyes at him. This is what we call equal communication.

After lunch, I took a nap under a palm tree on the beach with a magazine and a bottle of beer. What is life? Life is to bask in the sun, drink beer, read comic books, watch the lively Russian bikini beauties, take off clothes, scream and run to the blue sea to swim freely in the winter.

At night, you can also swim in the hotel's four open-air swimming pools, which include shallow water, deep water, standard swimming lanes, and an artificial bay connecting to the Red Sea. The water is very cold at night and there are not many polar bears swimming. The hotel's courtyard is mostly filled with crazy Russian drunkards carrying bottles of wine.

Nalan Shiqi and Yunluo were lying on the bed, bored and dazed, constantly switching channels with the TV remote control. Suddenly, the volume of the TV next door was turned up eight degrees. Here is a brief explanation. There are two overlapping doors on the wall between Nalan Shiqi and Yunluo and the next door. It is not soundproof. If the doors on both sides are opened at the same time, they can be connected.

The same is true for sleeper trains in Egypt. Nalan Shiqi and Yunluo are both veterans with decades of experience. They are observant of every little thing that happens, and their ears immediately prick up when they see something unusual. The person next door, covered by the sound, moved a chair and tiptoed to the wall. He gently opened the door on their side and eavesdropped.

Nalan Shiqi and Yunluo were staring at the door with their hair standing on end, wary of the smell of sex coming out from under the door. The two sides held their breath for a while, and the neighbor finally gave up, closed the door and quietly left.

Xiaoqiang was as excited as when he found the women's restroom blown down during the snowstorm at the base camp of Yuzhu Peak. He ran to the balcony and pretended to dry clothes. He took the opportunity to glance at the next door, but came back disappointed and said, "Two Russian old ladies." Yunluo's endless reverie came to an abrupt end and he sighed.

After breakfast, we checked out and prepared to return to Cairo. If you have time, you can also experience glass boats, submarines, sandboarding, and sand motorcycles. If you have more time, you can just take a diving certificate here and go home. Take a taxi to Hurghada Bus Station. On the side road to the airport, there is a MiG-21 fighter model.

The Egyptian Air Force's performance in the Middle East wars was really shameful, and this plane must have been unable to serve the country and wasted its time to spend its old age in peace. I took the bus to Cairo, and the fare was 80 Egyptian pounds.

Heading north from Hurghada, with the Gobi Desert on the left and the Red Sea on the right, you can see oil platforms, pumping units, and oil pipelines that appear and disappear from time to time, supporting this impoverished country. Mobile radar stations appear from time to time on the barren mountains, and an abandoned Soviet-made 4x4 wheeled tank on the Gobi Desert by the roadside, constantly reminding you.

Nalan Shiqi and Yunluo were in the powder keg - the Middle East. Nearly a thousand huge wind turbines were neatly arranged on the west side of the road for dozens of kilometers. Looking east, the Sinai Peninsula was vaguely visible. Back then, old man Moses was chased and intercepted by Pharaoh, and finally he led the Hebrew brothers across the Red Sea out of desperation.

Finally, he was worshipped as a god by the Christian and Islamic world. It was easier to get by in ancient times. Think about how Nalan Shiqi and Yunluo had cycled tens of thousands of kilometers, climbed several snow-capped mountains by themselves, and traveled around the world. In ancient times, how many nobles would have been willing to invite Nalan Shiqi and Yunluo to be their guests for free? In this world full of masters, you can only keep your tail between your legs.

I sighed and lamented that I was born at the wrong time. I could only tilt my face to 45 degrees. Only in this way could I stop Yun Luo's tears from flowing down! The small town where we rested on the way was surrounded by deserts. It was quiet and peaceful, a bit like a western movie.

It was evening when we returned to our home base in Cairo.

Today I am going to see the Islamic world in Cairo. I took the subway line 2 to Sadat Station, then changed to line 1 and got off at Mubarak Station. I walked east along Kamelsedki, looking at the street scenes of Cairo, the delivery man on a bicycle carrying a large basket of bread, the mixed houses of various colors, and the street vendors selling tourist products.

Turning onto Albanhawi and walking a short distance along the tall ancient city wall, you will find the North Gate of Cairo during the Fatimid Dynasty Al-Fatimyyah. On the left and right sides are the Gate of Conquest Babal-Futuh and the Gate of Victory Babannasr, which are round and square and majestic. Going south from the gate is Khan al-Khalili Bazaar.

Between the two gates is the Mosque of Al-Hakim. Al-Hakim was the king of the Fatimid dynasty, also known as the legendary Green Caliphate. The early Fatimid dynasty was relatively open, with many Christians and Jews among the court officials, and the government was stable and the empire was strong.

The dynasty began to decline in his generation. He ascended the throne at the age of 11. He was suppressed by the integration of politics and religion in his childhood, which made him mentally disordered and possessed. He killed pagans, harmed loyal people, and killed innocent people with a bloodthirsty nature.

He also pretended to be a god in the court and set up a Druze sect to worship himself as a god. Later, he had too many enemies and was eventually killed by the Bone-Dissolving Palm and his body was destroyed. He was then used by his servant Hamza al-darizy to escape.

From the Gate of Conquest, go south along the brick road of Al-Muizzli-Dinallah Street. In the middle of the intersection is the Abdelkat Khuda Fountain, which looks like a gate tower, and the Quran School Sabil-Kuttab of Abdelrahmankatkhuda. There is a small fountain in front of the building. The first floor is the school's guest rooms, and the second floor is where children study the Quran.

The Al-Gamaliyya Alley near the Victory Gate is more interesting. There is less commercial atmosphere here and it is a genuine medieval old alley. It is so intricate that you will occasionally have to break into private houses.

Further south to the end of the road is the Hussein Mosque, where the skull of Hussein is buried. Hussein was the grandson of the Prophet Muhammad (and also his cousin, another example of a chaotic royal marriage). Hussein Mosque is the only temple in Cairo that is not open to pagans, and there is actually nothing much inside.

Many devout men and women were praying alone inside. Midan Hussein Square in front of the gate was full of tourist buses. The area near Hussein Mosque and Gawhar al-Qaid Street was the busiest place in the market. It looked lively with all kinds of things, but in fact most of them were made in China. The cries of "One knife, one knife..." were heard one after another.

"Animal? Tie you up? Hello?" They keep using Korean, Japanese and Chinese to test your origins. Treating Nalan Shiqi and Yunluo as devils and aliens is the biggest insult to Nalan Shiqi and Yunluo. If you don't speak Chinese or English directly, Nalan Shiqi and Yunluo will definitely ignore you.

A few veterans with sharp eyes saw that Nalan Shiqi and Yunluo spoke fluent Mandarin and were very pleased to see that the Egyptian people were trying hard to learn Chinese culture. Nalan Shiqi and Yunluo gave them enough face and went in to have a look, picking out a few papyrus paintings, which can be considered an Egyptian specialty.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Since the cheap Chinese papermaking technology was introduced from Arabia, it has disappeared. Most of the cheap printed products on the market are made of other plants and cost only a few Egyptian pounds.

Just south of the square across Al-Azhar Street is Al-Azhar Mosque, formerly the world's second oldest Al-Azhar University.

One of the minarets, built in the 14th century, has a unique structure with two towers. You have to take off your shoes and wear a hat when you enter here, especially women have to wrap themselves up tightly. It is much quieter here, and there are several believers around who are meditating with their eyes closed, or copying and writing homework.

Going west back to the intersection of Al-Muizzli-Dinallah Street, you will reach the Al-Ghourplex, a huge wooden-roofed cross street connecting two buildings. On the east side of the road is the Ghour Mausoleum, and on the west side is the Ghour Mosque. Ghour was the second to last emperor of the Mamluk period.

He died in a foreign country at the age of 78 and his body is still incomplete. The mosque houses the body of the last emperor, Tumanbey, who was even more miserable. He was hanged by the brutal Turkish occupation army at the gate of Zuweila. Back then, the Mamluk cavalry was so powerful.

Being able to annihilate the Mongolian army in the wilds of Aynjalut by whistling and wielding Damascus scimitars, it was also a bloody ending when the sun was setting. There is a wikala of al-ghouri here, and occasionally there will be free big skirt dance performances at night. If you are interested in watching it, you can come and inquire in advance. (To be continued...)