When I was 20 I travelled around the Sinai Peninsular, it was under Israeli control at the time after one of the wars, whichever one preceded 1976. We were sleeping on beaches or wherever we found shelter, we had two objectives, one was to swim with sharks at Ras Mohammed on the southern tip, the 2nd, if we survived the 1st, was to climb Mt Sinai through the night to watch the sunrise from the top.
One of our overnight stops was a long beach in a bay, it was the weirdest place, there was a narrow concrete promenade with ornamental street lamps along the full length and and the farthest end, there were the shells of two partially built hotels. Half way along the beach was a small shack where the owner sold us beers, he scraped a living giving diving lessons.
Next day we bought coffees from a bedouin and moved on, heading further south. The place was called Sharm El Sheikh.
I could never go back.