God some people as so easy to wind up 
But in all seriousness. For example.
I am just back from Hurghada. I spent 14 days lazing by a pool, riding slides in a waterpark, having spa treatments and drinking dry martinis. Absolute heaven.
To go to the pyramids would have taken:
A 6 hour coach journey in 40 degree heat on a coach with dodgy aircon, no seatbelts and Windows that didn't open properly.
4 armed checkpoints that took 30 minutes each time.
A DD and SH both moaning "are we there yet?" Every 30 minutes.
A hour in rush hour traffic at the other end where you take your life into your hands driving at more than 5mph.
An hour going around one pyramid rammed with sellers offering camels for DD and extortionate prices for the same tat we could buy at the hotel for half the price.
A sad packed lunch.
A trip to the museum where only 20% of the rooms are open.
A trip to a papyrus studio who wanted €60 for a 6inch square picture they said were hieroglyphs of your name (€10 at Cleoptras Bazar)
A 6 hour drive back to the hotel. Ditto "are we there yet"
Or
As we did (and not as the poor bastards we befriended did). Pay £18. Walk 300m to the hotel next door. Gasp at the scale representation of the valley of the kings. Walk through the 'museum' full of reproductions of all the best items in the Cairo Museum. Watch a show of Egyptian history, horses, camels and the whirling dervish men (who made me dizzy and sick). Pay an extra £5 for DD to have a horse and camel ride.
Walk back to our hotel 3 hours later and have a lovely meal and more martinis.
Which sounds more fun and less 'sad'?


