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a Marsa Matruh taxi
Sands of the Sahara
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MARSA
MATRUH xxxxI knew I was getting off the
tourist beaten path when I got on the bus to Marsa Matruh.x
I was the only non-Arab on the bus.
Arrival in Matruh was too late to leave for Siwa because I needed an official permit (because it was so close to the border of Libya).xxThere were hounding taxis at the bus station, but I didn't take one.xx I left as soon as possible to find someone who could explain Matruh to me.xxThe town had some" taxis" that were donkey drawn carts at twenty cents a ride.x A cart of little boys pestered me until I finally gave in.x After all, I didn't know where I was going. They took me to the passport place for Siwa, to another shop to Xerox my passport, and found me a cheap hotel right on the beach.xxIt was one strange beach. xxIn Israel and Sinai the men wore very bikini briefs.xx In Marsa Matruh, they wore trunks or pants for the most part. In Israel there were some topless women at the beach.xxAt this beach no women wore suits.x They were in flowing Arab gowns and dresses.xxNobody seemed to go to the beach to work on a tan. |
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