Hail to the Hive!

Our diving trip to Dahab had come to an end and I was getting that melancholy you feel when you know you’re about to leave a place you really like and would love to linger a little longer.

Yes Dahab had transformed itself into something that in no way resembled the little seaside Bedouin backpacker spot I visited 30 years ago, but it was still very cool and had retained a certain charm. I still loved it.

So the four of us took a final stroll along the promenade with no set agenda. Just wandering. Taking time to poke our noses into the many shops and cafes along the way.

And to pet the many friendly cats that seemed to be everywhere. They were certainly much healthier than the scruffy furry flea bags that were here all those years ago. Seems they are once again being worshipped as in ancient Pharaonic times.

Watching the kayaker made me think back to my time in the Philippines when I used to use that mode of floating transport to get to work. Admittedly only on super calm days like this when the water was flat. Bliss.

Over this very new looking bridge.

I wonder if they made this castle looking cafe in homage to the Crusader Knights of old?

Must be, surely? Why else would you?

Once we had crossed the bridge we looked back and took time to view Dahab sitting on the waterfront with the red mountains of the Sinai desert in the background. It was an image I have had imprinted on my memory for all these years as it’s so striking with the desert reds and the sea blues.