Today at 1700 local time in Dahab, Egypt, there was a series of terrorist bombings which killed 22 people and wounded 150, give or take. Dahab is a low-key resort town on the gulf of Aqaba popular with western tourists and divers. The bombs went off in a crowded, touristy part of town near the seaside. Most of those killed were foreigners.
Right now the Hairy Man is somehwere in Egypt on a diving holiday. On the gulf of Aqaba. In a low-key resort town. By the sea side. I don't know if he is staying in Dahab or one of the other dozens of such towns, but I can't reach his mobile and I'm going out of my mind with worry.
How can I not sit here and imagine that he was sitting in a bar having an early beer when a bomb went off next to him and blew him into 73 pieces?! Especially when witnesses are describing body parts flying everywhere and pools of blood in the streets. How can I not sit here and imagine the worst?!
I tried ringing his mobile. I got some pre-recorded message in Arabic. I sent him a text. I don't know if he received it. I havn't heard back. I am sick with worry. I won't be able to sleep until I know he's alive and safe.