http://www.sinaidivers.com/english.htm and do the paperwork, assemble the kit and find our lockers.Diving is all close to the shore. Some days we drive - five of us crammed in the back of a jeep with our kit in the trailer: me; Sara and Damian; Gareth and Tina - instructors with their own dive shop.
We kit up on matting and dive from the beach. Dives morning and afternoon, returning to the hotel to meet Jenny for lunch.
Two days we dive sites further south from a boat though still close in to shore. Lunch on board. Spend the hours sunbathing and writing up the journal of the African trips.
On Wednesday we drive north, past another police checkpoint. Dive the Canyon (narrow entry down to 30m - sit and watch our bubbles rising through the crevices, gaze eastwards at the canyon floor falling away to 50m). The drive further north, past the camels for the unwary in search of an even more uncomfortable ride to the Blue Hole. Enter via the Bells, a chimney down to 24m then swim up the wall to enter the Blue Hole at 7m. Swm across, looking down into the blue, 200m deep.
Lunch at a beachside cafe, sitting on carpets (shoes off). Haggle a group rate for the loo after the attendant has no change (yes, right!) for me, or Sara who came after me, in spite of me having handed over small denomination notes. He gives in without demur when we confront him with his ploy.
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Photographs by Sara Schroter.
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