Saying goodbye to the fluffy sands
At this point, you’ve heard the news. It’s true, we are returning to European lands. Dahab’s greatest friends are leaving.
In other developments, we are now officially Reef Check divers! You love tests? No? How about underwater? Still a no? It was quite the experience. I would dare say the most thrilling dive we ever did at Bannerfish Bay. Never has our anxiety turned into pure unbridled excitement this fast. It was like word got out about oure valuation and all sea creatures decided to have a look including a not very fast torpedo ray, a wiggly trevally and Joeleppa the cool turtle (not his actual name). Forget the shy Hawksbill stereotype, this one couldn’tbe more ready to party. Alas, he had to go by himself, since we were in the middle of a very serious test.
Apart from the Reef Check training, we also had the chance to visit Nabq. Even the drive there was amazing. Talk about a multi-talented guide. We did everything: learned about tracks in the sand, took jumping pictures, found an eagle, sang Katy Perry and, of course, ate delicious food. Calling it the Caribbean of Egypt might not do it justice: you will step on the fluffiest sands, have the most incredible view underwater and even visit a shipwreck..Nabq is a mangrove with a twist. Everything is upsidedown and you have the jellyfish to blame for starting the trend. Trees are now breathing air with their roots, “thanks to meet me” is an acceptable greeting and soap grows on bushes. The whole desert is a source of toiletries. Pro tip: Use the lagoon at low tide as the perfect judo-throws arena…it served u swell and it will do wonders for your anger management.
As a final trip, we went to the infamous Blue hole which was pretty blue and not unlike a hole. Just the start was enough to put us in a good mood: you have to carry all your equipment and squeeze between your fellow buddies in this tiny gap that will lead you to the Bluehole’s little sister: The Bells. You might be wondering how the dive spot earned its name and the short answer is as follows: “bad divers + rocks = beautiful concerto”. Falling 30 metres into a seemingly never-ending abyss and then going along a monstrous wall like we were about to find a deactivated Megatron inside a crater made it well worth it.
We’ve seen turtles, we’ve seen rays, we’ve seen blue skies and starry nights and now we’re gone. Left behind is a pack of dogs (we were very low in the rankings), many cats (especially Ginger, our favourite dinosaur), wonderful people and a place that was already feeling like home. We depart feeling thankful and with lots of stories to tell.
Dahab, we shall meet again. So long, and thanks for all the fish.