
I spent the Eid vacation between Hurghada and Marsa Alam. It was my first vacation since the January revolution broke out, and was badly needed. It was strange though being in the south without Ismail Marzouk. He’s been on my mind a lot.
You can find some of the pictures I took during the trip here on this flickr set…

The more I am introduced to IANTD, the more I’m convinced that PADI is the McDonald’s of the diving industry.




IANTD Instructor Ismail fixing and preparing the gear for a deco dive drill at Tondoba, Marsa Alam…

Karim Noor, veteran diver and owner of Deep South…
An Upper Egyptian police corporal who hitchhiked a ride: “I’ve been posted for nine years here in Marsa Alam. Not a single murder case. Not much work in general. I like it here, although I’m away from my family and the drinking water is undrinkable. You don’t do much work, don’t have vendettas, don’t have shootings, don’t have security directors you have to salute day and night. Above all that, you get to see naked beautiful women. Why should I ask for a transfer? I hope they keep me here forever.”

Ali, a tank boy from Edfu, preparing the weight belt.
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