Dahab (underwater)

ps: Just a few words to say that these pictures absolutely don't do any justice to what really was down there but we were supposed to be training, not snorkelling... Hopefully Marie and me managed to escape a couple of times and get some shots done. I can't remember who took what, so this is from both Marie and me :)

Dahab (every day life)

Only for static trainings..

Bedouin Tea at Blue Hole

American Breakfast after Static!

Every evening's hotel view

But most people don't understand Egyptian drawings, or so it seems.

The after-dive banana juice!

Mint Tea at Canyon

Dahab (Blue Hole area)

El Bells

Dahab (on the road)

There's No Point Living if You Can't Feel Alive.

 

I finally decided to go to Dahab against all the warnings, and here I am, safely (and sadly) back home. It is amazing how Time stops there and a week went so fast. I feel so disconnected right now, the Bedouin life h as nothing to do with  how we do here and I need to realize I'm back in Occident. This week was truly mad,  I dove in the most beautiful places I've ever seen (even on TV!) and met really nice people from everywhere. It will take a while to upload and select the pictures, especially because I'm supposed to be writting my MA, but it's coming.

I see it in your eyes: Tomorrow never dies.

Echoes.

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.