Yesterday evening I found myself - all of a sudden - in Dahab with the Red Sea at my feet and the sky full of plump bright stars right above my head. Where art thou, my fatal Cleopatra, thine Caesar is back to Egypt. 

24 hours past, still unable to realise I'm here and not in Moscow. Wonderfully.

It's very, very windy here. And quite chilly at night. And of course none of the restaurants serve normal hot black tea (by the way, now I know Aeroflot doesn't serve it as well, which considerably spoiled my flight, because tea was my last vegeterian hope). And there are so many Russians that it becomes a real challenge to find an English guide. And yet it is wonderful.

Back on Monday, and ready (I reckon) to communicate with the cruel world on Tuesday. No business, no mobile and NO MOSCOW before that. Just breeze, masala, yoga and enough hours of healthy sleep in my bungalow. 

*this too shall pass