We have spent the last 4 days in Dahab, Egypt. Our time has been filled with diving, studying about diving, taking diving tests, talking about diving, and recovering from diving. The Lighthouse. The Islands. The Canyon. The Bells to the Blue Hole. Nitrox. Weight belts. BCDs. Cylinders. Bars. Wet suits, booties, masks and fins. All the time in the care of Mohammad, Lindsay, Ibrahim, and all the staff at the dive shop Big Blue Dahab, located right next to our hotel. It is an exceptional center that made us feel confident, at ease, interested and eager to see all the treasures that the Red Sea reefs around Dahab have to offer. We can’t recommend this place enough!
The 15 minutes of each day we did not spend on various diving-related activities were spent running the gauntlet of restaurant “hosts” A.K.A. the tourist hustler/heckler/hawker/hassler of food and service of any given establishment that is located on the pedestrian boardwalk along the seafront. Typically, these restaurants consist of a small kitchen/grill on the west of the boardwalk (landward) with a large seating area on the east side of the boardwalk (seaward). Low cushions and pillows resting on palm tree trunks in cozy seating arrangements made for congenial meals and smoking the sheesha. A myriad of cats roaming about each kept the scene lively as they guarded their territory and the stray scraps and unattended plates to be had within from other cats. The food quality and taste varied dramatically – from fragrant and fresh at our hotel and non-tourist kebab eateries to bland and boring at the tourist traps. As of yet, we have thankfully not suffered the typical traveler’s illness…
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