Into the Vastness I Go

My alarm should go off at 4.45am, however my body stopped sleeping at 3.35am already and refused to go back to dreamland all together. Great, I'll be dead tired the whole day then.
With no real other choice, I made myself ready when the time was up, checked out without any problems and actually got my lunch package. I was in bliss.
In half trance, I made my way back to the main station to get a tram to the airport. No delays, no problems. I found the Condor check-in without even trying and got my boarding pass within 3mins. Afterwards I went through the security check within 10mins and I started to think the early wake up was worth the non-existing hassle through the empty airport. Maybe I would remember this when booking my next flight.
The next two hours where basically just sitting there, trying to stay awake watching F1 content and waiting to board the plane.
And in a blink, these two hours and my sandwich were gone, and we could get onto the plane.
The flight was (luckily) uneventful and I could calm down soon after take off. I didn't get any more breakfast as Condor mades their passengers pay for everything (even drinks), but I expected nothing better. I would just eat the rest of my lunch package later.
After 5hrs of listening to music/podcasts and watching The Rookie, we finally landed right in the middle of nowhere. Everywhere around was only sand. This was so bizarre. I don't know what I expected, but I didn't think it would just be sand and suddenly a few houses. That's so weird. How did the people get all the material to build these houses and hotels? Where does all the food and resources come from? There isn't growing anything in the desert... It's so strange. I just can't imagine who had the idea to make a holiday destination out of Hurghada and its surroundings. I just can't wrap my head around it.
After I got my luggage and got through the passport control (I already got my visa from ORCA Dive Clubs), I met up again with my driver on the other side. Now it was an hour drive with 110km/h down south to the Gassous Bay (near Safaga). Always desert left and right. Sometimes, there would be a bunch of hotels and apartment complexes for the staff be on the left hand side, where the ocean was. But then again, just desert. And lots of plastic along the way. There was so much of it, some bushes looked as if they were made of plastic bags. And sometimes, I saw some random car prints go off from the main tarmac road out into the sand and into the vastness... Where the hell do they go?
We arrived and the first thing I spotted was the Coral Garden sign. The second however, was a little puppy, hiding behind the bushes next to the entrance. I immediately knew, that this would be my first go-to-thing after I settled down.
So, I checked in, a staff member showed me my room (very simple, but tidy and clean) and I went around the hotel for a quick stroll before heading right back outside to the little puppy.
She was wagging her tail, but she was so afraid, that she peed herself. I slowly went nearer, so that she could adjust to me until I could finally give her my hand to sniff. She was so small. And I don't know why, but she radiated the same energy as Aluna did. I could feel that right away. She was breathing quite hard because of the heat, so I stormed back to my room, got my Tupperware, filled it with water and brought it back to her. She drank for at least a minute straight... She must have been so dehydrated! I promised myself to check in with her later and left my Tupperware behind, so that she could drink more if necessary. Then I went back to my room to just lay down a bit before dinner.Okumaya devam et