I don't know how long it took me in my positive outlook mind to accept...to grasp even that I was in a pretty fucked-up situation. What I didn't tell you earlier was on the way over to the Red Sea I had not secured a luxury tour bus. No, I was on a bus where people had like goats and chickens and things. And so when we had crossed a check-point they took my passport...made me disembark the bus and detained me and the entire bus which kinda made me feel bad but no one seemed to give a crap for like an hour while they did whatever they did to check me (I'm a white, American female that was travelling alone which is not cool and we were headed towards Israel so I seemed suspicious to them.) <-In my positive outlook mind the luxury tourbus was going to insure my safety in all the ways I had previously overlooked...and in the end it didn't even provide me with much shade to be honest (the doors had locked behind me when I had run off of it after its driver. The one with the useless "God's will" info.)
I know I stood and stared at my own shadow in the sand for...so long...until I heard the first car that passed approaching in the distance and I ran and then crept down to hide behind the bus tire.