On it goes along by the desert in the direction of Hurghada always by the sea along lonesome houses.

Up to the  edge of Safaga to one of the small private yacht harbours where for Omma and Oppa and
their 4 fellow-passengers a small former fishing boat waited.

Cast off  and already a miraculous view of the sea side on Safaga.

The leader of the group speak only English and  the fellow-passengers  English is to bad. So Ommas funktion as interpreter was clear *g*, meanwhile the crew pleasantly chatted.