To say that I was annoyed would be an understatement. But I returned to the house for one more night. Unfortunately, communication is something that none of the hotel's management seem to be very good at.
It is not just the strain and loss of time of unpacking and repacking one more time. Other plans have to be changed. Meetings rearranged.
I was never told the password for the wifi at the house. No house-keeping services were provided. No clean linen or towels. A bath/shower combination that it was not safe to use. If I had fallen there would be no way to get up again.
And to cap it all, my phone Internet data package ran out overnight and I could not reset it until I got a wifi connection from elsewhere.
Anyway, I survived, Tayeb took me to Sheherazade at 1pm. Of course my room was not ready, but I left my bags, headed for Desert Rose, got onto a messaging system with Vodafone and managed to get my data package set up again.
No pictures today. Sorry. End of rant.