A Morning in Hurghada: Reunion Beneath the Waves

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A Morning in Hurghada: Reunion Beneath the Waves

Gathering at the Port

It was still dark when we met at the port of Hurghada. The air was heavy with the scent of salt and anticipation, as if the Red Sea itself was holding its breath, waiting for us. My friends — Alex, Gleb, Klaus, and Heinrich — stood with steaming coffee cups in hand, blinking away the last remnants of sleep. We hadn’t all been together in years, but that morning, no one said much. We just smiled and nodded, the kind of silence that comes from comfort, not awkwardness.

Meeting Captain Satef

Our chartered boat was already waiting, bobbing gently at the dock like it, too, was eager to start the day. The man who greeted us was Captain Satef, a wiry Egyptian with a weather-beaten face, a firm handshake, and eyes that glinted like polished obsidian. He spoke little English, but he didn’t need to say much — his confidence and calm presence told us we were in good hands.

Setting Sail with Laughter

As we pushed off into the early morning haze, the sky shifted from charcoal to dusty rose. Light spilled across the water, painting the ripples in gold. Gleb cracked the first joke — something about Klaus’s inability to swim properly despite being German. Klaus fired back with a quip about Gleb’s sunscreen application skills, and within seconds, the boat was filled with laughter. Even Satef chuckled softly, though he probably didn’t understand a word.

The ride was smooth, the sea calm. Flying fish skimmed the surface, and the wind tousled our hair like an old friend. It was easy to forget everything else — the deadlines, the noise, the daily routines — and simply be there, surrounded by open water and old friends.

Exploring the Underwater World

When we reached our diving spot, a small reef Satef recommended, we suited up. Alex was the first overboard, plunging into the blue with a whoop. One by one, we followed, submerging into a world that seemed designed to steal your breath away. Coral fans waved slowly in the current like welcoming hands. Parrotfish, angelfish, and lionfish darted among them in flashes of surreal color. A curious turtle drifted by, and Heinrich swore he saw a shadow that might have been a reef shark.

We moved in slow motion, pointing and gesturing underwater, communicating with wide eyes and eager movements. Time didn’t exist down there — only the hum of our breath in our regulators and the dance of marine life around us. Every dive we’d done before felt like practice for this one. It wasn’t just about what we saw. It was the quiet understanding that we were sharing something extraordinary.

Sailing Back to Hurghada

When we finally emerged, blinking in the bright sun, we were silent again, but this time, it was reverence. No one wanted to break the spell.

The return trip was quieter, more thoughtful. Alex dozed off, his arm thrown over a coil of rope. Klaus and Heinrich sat near the bow, faces turned toward the sun. Gleb and I watched the horizon. Satef stood at the helm, one hand on the wheel, eyes scanning the waves as if reading a familiar book.

A Dinner to Remember

Back in Hurghada, as the sun began its slow descent, we found a small restaurant by the marina. The table was simple, the food — grilled fish, flatbread, tahini, and cold beer — divine. We talked more freely now, recounting the dive, teasing each other again, and making plans we might or might not keep.

That night, as the stars came out and the Red Sea whispered nearby, we raised our glasses to Satef, to each other, and to the sea that brought us back together.

That,s all for today.
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Sincerely yours

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