Paradise

Here we are, Dahab. There really isn’t anything all that special about the place. Just a stretch of beach with dive shops and restaurants (as usual even the Chinese, Italian and Egyptian specialty joints are all serving the same fare. Its as if there's one master menu that all restaurants using as reference). Dahab's grown up a little from being a backpacker spot yet hasn't reached the same mass as its counterpart to the south, Sharm El-Sheik. It’s that 'chill' feeling that’s making me kick back and no, the air is not full of smoke around here :), its all about the diving!

I guess its only natural that I'd slow down after last months frenzied pace but this is getting a little ridiculous. The ink hasn't even dried on my open water diving cert. and I've decided it was time to enroll in an advance diving course. This from a hardcore land lover!

The course requires a combination of drift diving, deep diving and night diving (this one freaks me out a little). "if am injured as a result of panic, hyperventilation, drowning or any other cause, bla bla, expressly assume risk of said injured bla released parties bla responsible." Sign here and here and here and done! On we go!