An adventure under the sea
Read the last adventure of our AlterNomad Clorinda!
A story of a 7 days diving in the Red Sea.
The gate is swallowing a hundred people; smiling, carefree of the mental frenzy that accompanies them throughout the year. I creep in, silently, studying the details, trying to find out from the observation of the suitcase the purpose of their journey.
Many diving bags: will my boatmates be among them?
Yes, probably yes, who will they be?
We will get along?
Solitary travel questions, of a curiosity masked by indifference.
I’m excited: an impromptu week, far from everything, far from land.
Sky, sea and the sound of tanks and bubbles, nothing more, nothing less.
Thanks to a fortuitous coincidence, a word spoken in the right place and an opportunity seized at the right time, I agreed to participate in a week of diving in the Red Sea, starting from the port of Sharm El Sheik and sailing in the north, hunting for wrecks submerged.
Disembarking from the plane, we find a nice Egyptian to welcome us with the classic sign in his hand and the name of recognition, in this case of the boat-house: the group begins to take shape.
After the endless wait of the extreme Egyptian’s organization, I leave the airport, cigarette in the mouth and hand shakes with pleasant pleasantries: the faces I was observing at check-in are now having names.
Aaaaah … warm breeze.
No longer the feeling of well-being that the scirocco reminds, autumn’s memory.
Glad I had my slippers in my hand luggage.
I undress… from those habits that squeeze your feet and even your head.
I already feel at home.
Time to wait for the laggards who need to get a local SIM and go, all on the transfers that take us to the port of Travco, where our Bella was waiting to welcome us and give us a den. Of course they were almost all couples or friends, except me … and Carlo, the Milanese: my new roommate!
Arranged and ready, we are called to order by a sound that will become an everyday routine: the sound of a bell Breeeeefing time!
Lucia, the manager and organizer of the trip, explains to the crew the rituals of the further days:
- 6:30 am
- 7:00 am
- 7:30 am
- 9:00 am
Breakfast and rest until
- 10:30 am
Start preparing for the next immersion
- 11 am
In the water,
- 12:30 pm
Lunch and the warrior’s rest
- 2.00 pm
Start preparing for another immersion
- 2.30 pm
In the water again
- 4:00 pm
- 4.30 pm
- 5.00 pm
Last immersion of the day
- 7.00 pm
Dinner and then evening entertainment
I confess that, in the begin, I was a bit scared of the fast pace of every day, and yet … but everything evaporates on the first check dive.
The coral reef gives us the view of a sea eagle, one of the dreams that inhabits the sea by dancing with its grace at a speed that grants us just a quick greeting.
The underwater flora is incredible: everything follows the movement that the current, light or overpowering, gives. Tiny corals, gorgonians, anemones with its inevitable tenants, moray eels hidden in caves: the view trains you at the speed of reflections to capture as many nuances as possible.
Navigation cradles us from one place to the other and we, momentary companions of life, enjoy every moment as a gift from Heaven, father and guardian of a sea rich of emotions.
The real magic makes its entrance to the Ghiannis Dana, a Greek freighter sunk in 1983 and located at 27 meters of depth.
It is the third stop on the roadmap: the first two, the Marcus and the Carnatic, excited me for their size and visual impact, the fauna that inhabits them is so different from the fish of the reef … but the Ghiannis … oh, it stole my heart!
Perhaps due to the range of action within its rooms, connected to one another by the diver’s desire to explore them; or for the light of 11:00 in the morning, that filtered the colors with a beauty of the chromatic aspect of the submarine Sun…
I don’t know, but the freedom I feel swimming in, together with the soul of its past, comes and fills my spirit.
We go out of the water, the dinghy is already there to recover us and the equipment is removed too.
A family of dolphins screams “Human fools, get your plastic fins back and come to swim with us!”.
The heart explodes in the chest in a smile that smells like salt, that smells like love.
The Feeling compensates for the Fatigue of the four daily dives, it will be that in the water we are born and from the archaic water we come, but the smiles that furrow the faces of each of us accompany the sunsets that embrace the nights lit up with stars and the desire to start over the next day and the one after.
I believe that every human being has the sacred right to dive, in the sea and in the depth of himself. In the depths, participating in one of the classes of life, where humility and arrogance find their just compensation.
The Red Sea is one of the richest territories where to explore the (h)eart(h).
Goodbye Sinai, who knows if the next time we will meet again in the Desert!