Dahab : diving the Blue Hole and The Canyon.
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My final day of diving probably for quite some time, so I'm gonna do a famous one. Maggie, her instructor (whose name I forget. Dereck?) and my dive buddy Sayeed head up further north of Dahab on the Sinai coast to one of the more famous names on the international diving map. The Blue Hole. Maggie will be doing gentler skills dives with her instructor today but Sayeed and I head further up the coast to clock the Bells to Blue Hole dive. Very exciting! The journey is not far but very slow owing to the rocky, rutted desert road surface that has to be tarversed. There is an exceptional amount of camel traffic here too. They're big and fast so it pays to drive cautiously.
Commencing at a dive entry point named Bells you drop through a coral wall funnel to approx 30m where there is a natural hole in the wall for a swim through into an infinite vista of blue and an 800metre + drop off beneath you. Quite magnificently disorientating. Blue blue blue in every direction but the wall behind you. Kinda spooky. We then fin along the magnificent underwater topography of the deep reef wall. A large flute-shaped fish (a conical fish?) swims above and around me for some time.
Eventually we reach the famed Blue Hole. One of only three of its kind naturally occuring in the world, it represents a circular reef 'chimney' that drops down a good looooong way (I know not how deep).
Back to Maggie and Co at the Canyon site where we order some lunch in from the resident cafe. I have a plate full of absolutely the most delicious Calamari of my life. Odd as it had been sold to me on the understanding that it would be just that...but you never really believe such sentiments, especially where rubbery fried calamari is concerned. But it proves to be a real gastronomic sensation.
My second dive of the afternoon has Sayeed take me down into The Canyon. Dropping down into a deepish fissure between the ocean rock bed Sayeed is a little naughty in reversing our dive profiles (i.e. diving deeper on the second dive of the day than the first). I don't have a dive computer on me so am mostly unaware of our precise depth.
In the evening the newly qualified Maggie and I meet her instructor for a brief dinner. For my part I've just been lounging on a bar cushioned settee right by the waters edge in the preceding couple of hours. Watching the waters. The sunset. Saudi Arabia in the distance. Cold beers closer to hand. This is insurpassable, total relaxation. I could do this for weeks on end I feel, but it's time to move on. Beer tonight. Gone tomorrow.