I didn’t enjoy dinner last night, something felt wrong. Sure enough, come this morning the stomach bug synonymous with any trip to Egypt caught up with me and I boarded the boat feeling pretty rough. The sea was also rough all day long with an incessant strong wind and though the sun was warm, the wind cut a deep chill and we were all very cold all day. I decided to skip the first dive on the Alternatives feeling very unwell. The group returned with stories of several types of Ray, but not the big stuff I was hoping I hadn’t missed out on.
I only had a light lunch which helped a little and, as it was our last day, I reluctantly agreed to do the second dive. Due to adverse weather conditions, we skipped Shark & Yolanda and didn’t have the option of a third dive. Yet again we jumped on Jackfish Alley at a time of day too late for any good sunlight. The cave was just a cave as the shafts of cathedral light which pierce the roof during the morning and noon were non-existant.
Out onto the satellite reef, I was reminded of the dive here on the last day of our previous trip which went so badly wrong. Sticking with the safety of the group, the slightly offshore current was similar to that day. I spotted a turtle and frantically clanged my tank, pointing for everyone to see. I then realised that everyone had raced to it before me so it was difficult to jostle for photographic position. Luckily the turtle wasn’t fazed by our presence and a videographer and I respectfully shared the space we had for a couple of minutes. The group had drifted away by this point and only the distant faint column of bubbles suggested where they were. I later discussed my disappointment with Chris that they’d left us, especially on this site. It turned out that he had been caught in a dilemma – we were buddied as a three person team, the other had stuck with the group but Chris was torn between staying with her and losing me, or waiting in the current for me and losing the group. On reflection, he wasn’t wrong in doing what he did, nor would he have been had he waited for me. It would also be unfair to laden the blame on the third person who was just trying to stick with the group and in hindsight, the failure really was merely in having a 3-person team. As it happens, it wasn’t a major issue as I wasn’t left entirely alone and we caught up with the group fairly soon after. Being a photographer is often a solitary pastime and it must be expected that I’ll be left behind quite often. That is my choice and ultimately my responsibility. It’s all about balance. That said, of all the buddies I’ve had over this and previous trips, nobody has matched Sue in terms of understanding, patience and communication and I’ve really missed her company on this trip.
And so this is the end of yet another trip to Sharm El Sheikh. It’s been cold, I’ve been ill and the town empty but I’ve had a nice time and the diving has been as good as ever, with one or two sites I hadn’t seen before. My photography reached its peak with the turtle several days ago and I can go home tired but happy. I don’t intend to return to Egypt again for some time. I’m sick (sic) of the stomach problems I get on every visit and I know the town and dive sites more than well enough now. I intend to save my money for a more exotic destination further away perhaps at the end of the year. There’s a whole world of wonderfulness out there and my list is longer than time and money will ever allow. So that’s Egypt done for now, bring on the rest of the world!