Diving. What I came to Dahab for. Haven't done it for almost 2 years and what a gap. (See the pictures). Met a great group of people which added to the fun (mostly English and a couple of very funny Germans). Our dive guide was shivering after coming out of yesterday's dive: "Summer's over", he declared. The temperature hit 43 yesterday.
Did the infamous Blue Hole - many people have thrown a seven here including a Russian diver last week. The surrounding area is littered with gravestones of dead divers. We didn't "do" the Blue Hole in that sense - don't be absurd - just bobbed at 10 metres while someone else tried to kill themselves. Great fun with an ghostly eeriness attached to it (like a night at Chingle Hall).
Also 'did' the SS Thistlegorm. It is a wreck of a British cargo ship laden with military supplies for the army in WW2. A German bomber sank it in 1941 and it now lies at 35 metres in the middle of the Red Sea. The Germans, Jens and Uta, were getting a bit cocky about this so I suggested, with a jingoistic tongue in my cheek, that they descend down
Supermarket music. It doesn't offend anyone, which has the converse affect of not particularly inspiring or entertaining anyone. So it is in resort land. Every laid-back "backpacker" hangout with aspirations to a post-hippie feel cannot escape the risk-free soundtrack which consists of Bob Marley, David Gray, Dido, Moby and the soundtrack to 'The Beach'. From the near-horizontal cushioned restaurant to the nightclub where a "famous"(my arse) DJ plays 'Mc-Beats' at 120bpm and nothing else. Everyone dances to it because there is no other choice, but I was bored shitless. I will be hugely impressed when I find a place that breaks the mold, goes off on a limb, does something slighly different.
[See previous blog] The 'post' arrived the other day after a particularly nice meal in a nice restaurant and I was pissing out of my arse for a full 24 hours.
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