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We anchored in the evening to await our dock space at Safaga, Egypt. Our berth would not be available until later--we were 14 hours early after our high-speed run through the dangerous waters. The concertina wire has been removed, but lookouts are still posted.


Tall jagged mountains rise behind the port town and along much of this rugged coast. The Red Sea contains a surprisingly deep channel down its center (about 7,000') because it's  the site of a continental rift, while the mountains have risen as the continents collide.


We were up for sunrise, because our dive group was to meet at the gangplank at 7:15am. A crow claimed the Amsterdam flagpole as its own.


In the morning we watched the immigrants with all their belongings disembark from the Sinai ferry and wait for hours in the sun. Then the process was reversed and materials were off-loaded from trucks and loaded onto the ferry. 

  

 
We were first out by the gangplank and noticed the wheat caught in damp or oily spots from last night's operations--a bulk carrier was being loaded in our dock space. Soon all six of the divers were gathered and started the 15-minute walk to the gate. Unlike Mumbai the officials did not really look at our passports, although we are required to carry them with us while in Egypt.

  
The transport guy had a sign, but his van was not the best we'd seen. No seat belts and the side door was not closed while the van was underway. We sat in the rear seat.


After a half-hour drive, we arrive at a very nice shop, Orca Dive Clubs--it's run by German expats. The boat is luxurious compared to some others on this trip. Our group of six joined a bunch of Germans. The guides speak both German and English as well as their native Arabic. Most of the Germans are here for a week of diving and some were using rebreathers instead of tanks of air.
 
 
Our dive site is an hour boat-ride out to Panorama Reef, an atoll that lies just below the surface of the water with coral-filled walls on all sides. Both our dives were on this reef, but in different areas. You could probably dive this reef all week and not get tired of it. 


Quasimodo, the hump-backed turtle, surfaced as we approached the reef.  Our boat tied up with several others, but they hung a sign so we'd know which one was ours without having to surface.


At times we felt like we were swimming in a goldfish aquarium.


All in all, a delightful reef wall and good experience all around, but since the water was a little chilly at 71 degrees, we had rented full-length wetsuits.

   


The chefs served a wonderful Egyptian lunch of eleven different vegetarian dishes. And then we lounged around for a couple of hours before our second dive.  Normally, we're allowed only about an hour interval before the next dive.

  

You can see the torquoise shallows across the bow of the next dive boat--their divers were lounging, too.  A little perching bird came to visit us.

 
Once we got back to the shop, we had to wait for our transport, so we took some photos around the shop. These two guys were seining for minnows and some women were spending time on the beach with their kids.


When our driver finally got there, it was almost 6pm! A long but enjoyable day out on the water. Our passports were not checked as we came in the gate, just our room key cards. The ship was to be at docked until 11pm, because of the long trips out to Luxor. But we'd seen enough around the port to know that we'd probably not find Internet, so we had dinner, showered, and rinsed our gear well. This is the last diving on the trip. We agreed that we'd saved the best for last! 


We anchored at Sharm el Sheikh the next morning on the eastern or Sinai side of Egypt, which is on the Asian continent. Safaga was on the African side and was our only stop on that continent. The mountains are stunning. 


Some type of war ship came by after we were anchored. These smaller boats are mostly dive or snorkel boats that streamed by us in the morning. We didn't know where they were headed, but now we know that it was to the many resorts to pick up paying passengers.

 
We found a taxi driver, Mustafa, to take us to the sites and the town about 6 miles away from the port. The first stop was the "Old City Market". It has not only hundreds of stalls, it also has an amphitheater with waterfalls, carved stone steps, and lights with restaurants all around. Almost all the shops were closed this early on a Friday morning, so we quickly returned to the cab and decided that since it wasn't far from the port, that we'd end our taxi ride here. So we were off... 

 
This land is quite arid and looks a little like SW U.S.  Many cell towers are disguised as palms.


This monument includes an interesting bird sculpture and nearby a pied crow poses for photos, too. Mustafa didn't have enough English to tell us what it was for and the only English lettering on the monument was the names. Next to the monument, we get a good view of the water side of a resort. 


When we saw onion-shaped domes, we asked to stop, but this theme park was closed. Mustafa posed for this silly picture--apparently there are many horse-related events here.


We didn't stay long.  The clients for this park and the casinos like this Sinai Grand Casino are probably mostly from the surrounding resorts and there were plenty in operation and more than a few that had been abandoned. 


It's easy to tell which are working and those that are not...


no camels.  This area was, like many of the other places we've visited full of contrasts, but it feels different here.

 
Laundry is hung to dry even in higher-end neighborhoods--with the low desert humidity, things must dry quickly. The hospital is built in a pyramid shape.  

 
We went to several mosques, but this first one is the largest and most architecturally elaborate...


Mustafa demonstrates how to wash before a service. Often you wash your feet as well.  Before we visted other mosques, we stopped by a Greek Orthodox church.  It was Good Friday, so services were in session this morning.


Listening to the chanting and looking at the photo of the priest, this did not feel like Christian churches that we are familiar with.


Behind the church is a garden area with a waterfall (that was not turned on) and this lion sculpture.


Girls gathered on the back steps and facing the back of the church is this odd Happy New Year message on a house.  We don't know if it's current or a left over. 


We then we stopped at this gate. It's the house where former Egyptian president Hosni Mubarak lives. Looking to the left of the gate over the water is a resort-like beach and looking farther to the left is the great view across to the mountains. I guess being deposed is not all that bad here.

Then it was back to the mosques.


As we traveled along the road, there are wide spaces next to the mosques with nothing but sand. 


Then we saw this building, which is the airport terminal. Dean got out of the cab to take a photo, but an armed guard came running out saying that photos were not allowed and wanted Dean to show him the photo. This freaked out Mustafa and since it had been more than an hour since we'd left and since we'd agreed on a two-hour trip, we turned around.


We'd seen this Peace Park/Garden on the way out. We stopped since it was on the right side of the highway coming back.


The big peace conference was held here on March 13, 1996.

 


It seemed important to us, but not another visitor was here. Maybe too many unpeaceful activities since then have tarnished the glow of the agreements made (in what we thought was good faith) at that time.


Then it was back to the market...


We did not purchase anything--the vendors were not doing any discounting.


The bars seem more like lounges with Persian rugs, overstuffed chairs with throws and pillows. Some like the one below with the hyena seem to promise more...


A quarter of beef includes all the organs...

 
A huge new mosque is being built in the middle of the market using age-old techniques.


We leave the market and the street to the port is lined with more shops and bars on one side and "Golden Sand" beaches on the other with their fancy basket-like shade umbrellas. 

Just before the port gate, this sign made us smile. The translator needs more work on his English and grammar. 

 

 

 

Tomorrow we go through the Suez Canal. The Suez was routed through two natural lakes between the Red Sea and the Mediterranean Sea. We will join a convoy of ships traveling north and have to be at the canal entrance at 6:00am.

 

  
We were at the head of the convoy of 26 north-bound ships this morning. At the mouth of the canal, a large pod of dolphins served as greeters.  The land on the left or western side is generally green and more populated, while the eastern or Sinai side is mostly brown and barren. 

 
The next two ships in our convoy follow us. The average fee for each ship traveling through the Suez is $215,000.

 
There is a strong military presence the whole length of the canal. Check out the size of the engines on those green floating platforms, which may be arranged as docks or even as a bridge across the canal.

   

 
Some delightful surprises include a ladybug that rode a Dean's hat for a while and a purple tree in an oasis.

 
We passed a number of large pigeon cotês and many mosques--some quite elaborate even in poor neighborhoods. 

   
Many scenes look like they could have been during Biblical times such as these people riding their donkeys to the water.


When we reach Bitter Lakes, the southbound convoy is anchored waiting for us to pass through. The ship's monitor shows the wider dimensions of the lake and the names of the ships at anchor. 

 
One of the waiting ships is the Japanese-owned Peace Boat that you can lease for a trip. This trip must have been sponsored by someone with really deep pockets to travel through the Suez Canal. The (in my opinion) unattainable goal of ending poverty by 2015 is posted on the hull.

 
We saw many of these small fishing boats dragging nets by oar and/or sail power in the lake areas. The two above left were in our path and they scrambled away after the captain blasted our very loud horn at them.

 

 
Some sections along the canal show evidence of war, while others look as peaceful as any water-oriented community.

 
There are peace memorials that have been damaged in more recent wars. And then there are war memorials like this one with a monument shaped like an AK47 with a bayonet.

 
There are 32 ferry crossings, one tunnel (See the welcome arch on the Sinai side above.), and one bridge.


It's this bridge, built in the '80s, that determines the maximum height of the ships passing through--we made it with many yards to spare. The design of the suspension posts mimics some of the ancient Egyption drawings. 

 


As we approached the Mediterranean, a small, but distinct, tidal wave with browner water moved south and past us.

 
The Suez headquarters and denser populations are at the northern end of the canal.

  
As we traveled through the Suez, the roof over the center pool was open. We picked up many flies, but also a fly-catching yellow wagtail. It sailed with us for a couple of days to Greece, catching many of those Suez flies. 
We hope he can speak Greek.

   

Dean's Log: Days 90 - 93

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