Woke up 10.30 as we were both pretty knackered from the bus journey. The weather was absolutely gorgeous: pretty hot and no clouds around. Went for breakfast at the Fighting Kangaroo and the wind really picked up tremendously.

We changed camps today. Moved from the "Musa" camp to the "Moon Valley" camp, which is much nicer―separate beds with 4-inch mattress, a light in the room, and a proper ceiling made it well worth the E£5 a night instead of the E£4 we were paying before.

After lazing in the sun at the Kangaroo, we decided to walk to Dahalb City to find out about buses to Taba (on the Israeli border) and to see if the bank would take Visa cards so we could stay a little longer in the Bedouin Village and afford snorkelling, horse-riding, etc.

Found "Dahab City" to be a bit of a misnomer. The place is minute; it has a mosque, a police station, and seemingly unoccupied housing for about 200 people max.

After discovering that the bank was shut until about two hours' time, we decided to see how far away the mountains were. As it turned out, the rocky foot-hills were pretty close. After walking along an ascending desert plain for 15 mins, we were there.

Dahab seen from nearby hills.

Already the view was impressive so we launched ourselves at the first foot-hill. It was quite treacherous, as the desert-weathered rock crumbled very easily underfoot or when reached with our hands. Fortunately I was wearing trainers but Olly was wearing his leather sandals! The view from the top of this little foot-hill was fantastic―we were so far above sea level that we could see the whole of Dahab City as a little settlement amidst a vast, sandy plateau running from the mountains down to the Red Sea. From this height we could also see far more of Saudi Arabia.

After returning back to the Bedouin Village we changed and had a huge fried-rice meal for E£3 at the Kangaroo.