It is a scorching hot day on the Red Sea coast, the sun sits high in a cloudless sky and holidaymakers from across Europe and the Middle East are relaxing on a white sandy beach. The year is 1982 – think Speedos, bikinis and the smell of suntan oil and cigarettes drifting on a warm breeze – and these men and women are all enjoying their stay at a nearby resort. The Arous Holiday Village is in Sudan, 100 miles or so south of the Egyptian border, and is a new operation. Comprising a large clubhouse flanked by a dozen or so pretty whitewashed bungalows with red tile roofs, the resort specifically markets itself as a watersports destination. Its colourful brochure breathily promises “Adventure, à