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Travel Blogs from Sharm El-Sheikh
... from the tropics and they panic because the environment is too harsh. As an example of his prowess, at Jackson Reef he dove to 57 meters (150+ feet) and watched a shark swim around in a school of tuna. Here’s what he drilled into my brain: to go down I deflate my vest completely. Once I level off at the desired depth I put a little air back in, and as I go up I release air and as I go down I add air remain neutrally buoyant. This is no easy task, but on our eighth dive Leah and ...
... did a few extra activities. One afternoon they hired quad bikes and sand buggies and rode into the sand dunes. Ricky drove in the sand buggy most of the way with Tom as the navigator. Lots of fun.
The boys also went on a scuba diving trip into the Red Sea. Ricky snorkelled while the bigger boys scuba dived. Tom had his first experience scuba diving and absolutely loved it. The briefing involved a ...
... the cool of the evening. But it was so slow! Eventually we got back to the main highway and the drivers got their licenses back. But that wasn't the end of the excitement: about twenty miles outside of Safaga the freeway (dual carriageway) split apart with opposing traffic going on opposite sides of a mountain. For some unknown reason, just before the split our driver decided to leave the convoy, crossed over the median, and took us the last twenty miles the wrong way down ...
... in late 20’s bodies it was extremely fun and funny and we both squealed like schoolgirls.
Happily for us, majority of the Brits and many other nationalities prefer the safety of one of the swimming pools so the shorefront is relatively more quiet though after having dived in to the sea, I really cannot understand how anyone would choose the stinky pools. Despite this, there is still great people watching opportunities ...
... and wanders
off. I stare after him thinking, “Now, if he doesn't come back, I
am sooooo screwed!” Thoroughly confused I watch as the man with my
passport (Hissam) wanders back. FINALLY. He then drags me, and my
luggage, back through security to where the arrivals come through to
use the exchange people to change over my English pounds. Thank GOD I
made sure I had some on me. Oddly enough, somehow the man I was
chatting with outside, had come to the ...