Under Egypt's Volcano; Along the Sinai coast, Egypt created the largest gated playground in the world, a tourist cocoon of five-star pleasures and world-class scuba-diving.

Byline: Scott Anderson

The commercials are slick and alluring, holding out the promise of a pampered, hedonistic holiday in the sun: beautiful young couples lounging poolside, swimmers frolicking with dolphins and colorful fish, three women with fine, bikini-clad butts, gazing out at an azure sea. It is quite far into the spots before the dark-skinned locals first put in an appearance, but even they are no cause for alarm-most are in tailored servant uniforms and wear friendly smiles as they cater to their paler-complected guests. It's not clear where all this fun is taking place-maybe the Caribbean, maybe somewhere in the Mediterranean-until at the very end of the commercials, shown endlessly on CNN International, it's revealed to be someplace called Egypt's Red Sea Riviera.

Until a few years ago, no one had heard of the Red Sea Riviera. Perhaps that's because most of the shiny beach-resort hotels that fall under the marketing label aren't on the Red Sea at all, but rather on the Gulf of 'Aqaba, that narrow strip of water which separates the eastern coast of Egypt's Sinai Peninsula from Saudi Arabia and Jordan. No matter, because it really could be anywhere. From Taba, at the very north end, flush on the border with Israel, all the way down the 125 miles of rugged Sinai coastline to the main tourist resort of Sharm al-Sheikh, the visitor exists in a cocoon of pleasure scrubbed clean of exoticism, the largest gated playground on the planet. Within those gates are five-star hotels and restaurants and world-class scuba-diving, a Hard Rock Cafe, and McDonald's. Outside those gates is everyone and everything else, a purity maintained by police checkpoints on all roads leading into the enclave. The only Egyptians allowed to enter are those wealthy enough to vacation in the zone, or those who can prove they have jobs there; the others are turned back.

But in the modern world, ugly reality has a way of intruding into even the most sanitized playgrounds. For the Red Sea Riviera, that ugliness started on the evening of October 7, 2004, when a vegetable-delivery truck rolled up to the entrance of the Hilton in Taba. Hidden beneath its crates of produce was a bomb so powerful it brought down the entire front wing of the 10-story hotel, killing 32; almost simultaneously, two smaller bombs exploded at tourist campgrounds farther down the coast, killing 2 more. Nine months later, in July 2005, Sharm al-Sheikh itself was the target: three more bombs, 88 more dead. And just this past April, it was Dahab, a quiet resort town midway between Taba and Sharm al-Sheikh: again three bombs, more than 20 dead.

For the Egyptian government, the Sinai bombings arrived like a ghost it thought it had long since killed. In the 1990s, shadowy Islamic guerrilla organizations carried out a series of attacks on foreigners in Egypt, culminating in a horrific slaughter of 58 tourists and four Egyptians at the Temple of Queen Hatshepsut, in Luxor, in 1997. For this direct assault on one of the bulwarks of the economy-at almost $8 billion annually, tourism is the main source of Egyptian foreign exchange-the government conducted a brutal, no-holds-barred war against al-Gama'a al-Islamiyya (the Islamic Group), killing or disappearing hundreds, and imprisoning thousands more. The pogrom effectively ended terrorism in Egypt-until the 2004 attack on the Taba Hilton.