At midnight, the car was parked in front of St. Catherine's Abbey, surrounded by an overnight night market, not the lonely place where the nuns were imprisoned in the imagination. The driver gave us a carer to guide Hassan and agreed to come back at 10 am to pick us up and return to Dahab. Hassanmunna is simply not like the Egyptians, and all the way to the words like gold rely on gestures to greet us to open and stop, so when he once went around the end of the team to rush the Argentine girl who was seriously ill and said the words of encouragement, the whole team was full of squats.