THERE’s no sign on the sun-baked highway down Egypt’s Mediterranean coast marking where the Good Coast ends and the Evil Coast begins.
Good or evil, the waves are the same turquoise, the sand the same flawless white. But for Egyptians who spend summer on the North Coast, there’s no mistaking which is which.
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