I spent just over a month traveling alone back in late February and March of 2010 and some how ended up in a sleepy beach town called Dahab.
Of all the places I traveled as a solo female traveler I felt most at home in Dahab. Easy to meet other travelers, though for the most part I was one of the few Americans enjoying the crystal blue waters and views of Saudi Arabia across the Red Sea.
You'll find a lot of "international" restaurants along the boardwalk, but for the most part their food is average, instead explore a little away from the main strip and try the Kosheri House for traditional Egyptian Kosheri, there's also a Kosheri man who walks around with his cart full of kosheri and rice pudding that can't be missed. Not far from the Kosheri House is a place that sells roasted chicken and kebabs along with falafel that can't be missed. Also near by is a coffee house that serves up LavAzza coffee and German baked goods...not bad, but I still think the place needs American baked goods...yum.
I was convinced by a new friend to get my PADI open water certification here and I couldn't think of a better place to be introduced to scuba diving. The water is mostly calm and there's a ton to see among the coral reefs. For a girl who used to hate even snorkling to now be hooked on diving, there has to be some credit given to Dahab for contributing to that addiction.
So why title this the "Dahab Curse"? Well everyone I spoke to referred to the Dahab Curse, where you go to Dahab intending to make it a stopover, only to find yourself there two weeks, two months, two years there. I was there ten days and now I can't wait to go back to Egypt, mostly because I can't wait to go back to Dahab.