Troy ‘I’m On It’ Milward was asked by the Government to get Thomas Cook out of financial difficulties so he organised, with considerable help from Mr & Mrs B, a club dive trip to the Red Sea.
60 odd (as in number) souls were transported from Manchester and East Midlands airports to the Middle Eastern paradise known as Hurghada – think Saga meets 18-30 meets The Walton’s and you get an idea of the holiday profile. Chuck in Genghis Khan and Jesus and the picture is complete.
In fine spirits we boarded the transfer from the airport to the Sinbad Aqua Park hotel. The welcome from the Egyptian holiday rep was unique to say the least and it would be fair to say the check-in staff at the hotel were positively overwhelmed when they met us.
The 5 day dive package was booked with Emperor Divers and the 25 divers of our party were picked up daily from outside the hotel at 0740 prompt for the 20 minute transfer to the two day boats that were allocated for our stay.
As usual, Emperor was on the ball and their boats and crew were spot on. Tea, coffee, water and a fab lunch were provided everyday for the very reasonable price of 5.5 Euros. Most people took their own dive kit but full sets were available to hire at the dive centre.
We had blue skies, sunshine and a water temp of 21c but the north wind, blowing for the duration of our stay, was a little keen when it came to stripping off after a dive. Two dives a day were the norm with optional extras, one of which was a night dive, and this was taken up by a number of our divers.
Unfortunately, because of the wind/sea state, we couldn’t take up the option of a trip to the off shore reef of Abu Nuhas and dive the wrecks of the Giannis D, Carnatic and Chrisoula K. The dive sites that were chosen however, offered diving for all abilities from the novice to experienced advanced divers.
We were fortunate that one of our boats was classed as a Safari boat and so carried a RIB. This enabled the more experienced divers to dive the outer reef walls and get some depth during good drift dives, an example of which was Small Giftun Drift/The Police Station.
They say every dive can teach you something new. Picture the scenario: all divers are recovered into the rib bar one fully kitted diver still in the water. Surface conditions are lumpy and a fin bounces out of the RIB.
All onboard start shouting, ‘fin’ and pointing wildly in the hope that Diver X can retrieve the swiftly disappearing piece of kit. Poor X assumes the worst and gets ready to dump his air, put his back to the reef wall and meet his nemesis eye to eye. Fortunately he then spots the bright yellow fin gaily floating past him.
Consequently, SSAC may well consider using the word ‘flipper’ or even ‘Fred’ in future instead of fin to avert possible heart attacks and loss of bowel control for divers in shark habitats!
Back on dry land, the shore party were availing themselves of all the hotel amenities; beautiful landscaped pool, Aqua Park, beach frontage, shopping and generally chilling out. The divers returned about 5ish to meet up for tea time beers and regale the landlubbers with tales of their daring do’s at sea.
The evenings were a civilised affair. As all-inclusive guests, we had the full gamut of nine restaurants to choose from for dinner; Greek, Lebanese, Italian etc. Naturally splitting into groups of 10 or so, we would pick a different restaurant each night and compare notes the following day. It was like some weird version of ‘Come Dine With Me’.
After dinner entertainment was very much down to individual preference. We were fortunate that amongst our party we had members sufficiently knowledgeable to give evening talks covering such diverse subjects from the activities of marine mammals i.e. the dolphin to human physiology under pressure (always a firm favourite with divers).
If that wasn’t to your taste, you could dance till dawn in the nightclub hotspot, ‘Little Buddha’ and then partake of a late supper at the local MacDonald’s. What more could you want?
It really was a holiday for all. Roll on the next one.
Jane Mitchell




