Ya tut, v Egypte, v pontovom pyati* otele, kruto zagorayu i voobshe - mega.
S mamoy - skuchno, araby - flirtuyut i sprashivayut,-Russia?-a eshe spreshivayut,-What's your name?-a mne ochen nravitsya im otvechat, ulibatsya i gordo uhodit, chuvstvuya, kak oni smotryat v spinu. V nomere Mustafa - paren-sluzhashiy - ostavlyaet mne cveti i serdechki, vylozhennue iz lepestkov i belosnezhuh polotenec. Zdes mnogo solncha i vodi, a eshe - volshebnoe pryamo-taki more, potomu cho ryadom, pryamo u berega, koralloviy rif s kuchey rib i ochen-ochen krasivo - zhal, chto net fotika. U menya polchasa interneta v den, no eto vse fignya, ves etot vash internet, kogda ya - v Egypte, s ego mnogovekovoy istoriey, kotoraya sovsem ne otrazilas na kurorte - do pyramid nado ehat mnogo chasov, a Kair eto bolshaya pomoyka, kak govoryat.
Nadeus zanyatsya divingom and i'm sorry za translit.
Do - skorogo?