In the year 2012...

So Dahab is now thing in the past. I did my last dives in the morning just before the flight back to home. I had difficulty to sleep on the previous night knowing it is the last dive session. Guys at the FDD picked me up from the hotel on the way to the blue hole. Stefan and Luc were diving with me again today. My dives were getting deeper, so we talked that I should do just two deep dives. I was also pressed for time. We set the rope to 45m and after two warm-ups I was ready to go. It was calm morning and the blue hole was quiet. Visibility was the best on the whole trip. It is strange feeling, when in water you start feeling dizzy like on the top of tall building.

I was ready to go and snapped in the lanyard to the rope. Ten slow breaths. Three deep breaths with slowly exhaling. Duck dive and go. Ten kicks until 17m depth alarm. Three more kicks and I close my eyes and start to freefall. Feeling of urgency overwhelms me: I think I am not freefalling fast enough. Few more kicks. I can see the plate. 45sec dive alarm goes of. I touch the plate and turn. Five strong kicks and I straighten my hands above my head and start moving fast towards the surface. I am happy to meet my safety around 20m. Things start to lighten up and I relax and grab the float. Three breaths at the surface and I am perfectly fine. I am unhappy about the freefall, but happy about the new PB.

I decide to do another dive. Everything goes similar like the first dive on the way down. With the exception on the turn. I look directly towards the mesmerizing void. It is the arch. This image burns permanently to my brain. On the way up I feel staggered but feel uncontrollable urge to smile. If there was something set as a goal for this trip, I feel this was it. On the way up from the water I grin like a maniac. I still do when I think about it...


I want to thank Freedive Dahab, Linda, Lotta, Stefan, Luc and Sergio who dove with me. I do hope Dahab will stay as beautiful in future.