Ras Mohammed is calling today, and I’m looking forward to going to Shark Reef as it seems ages since I’ve dived there (probably a week or so!).  With experienced guests to guide, today should be great and we all get on the boat with minimal fuss and before I’ve taken a sip of my coffee, we are off. Then we stop, as it would appear that in our rush to get off the jetty, we forgot the chef. Deciding a day without food is not an option, we turn back to collect him (he seems to take it well!). Round two, and with the reassuring smell of lunch being prepared, we kit up to enter the water at a beautiful looking Shark Reef. Current looks weak and that proves to be true when I jump in and the anthias are facing every possible way, rather than the stark warning that is hundreds of the them all swimming in one direction and getting no-where. I’m crossing my fingers that this is going to be one of ‘those’ dives.It happens maybe once a year, where everything is perfect and it’s the type of dive you want to shed a little tear over when you get back to land.

After the first half hour, I uncross my toes as the combination of little current (enough to make it interesting) and gin clear water mixes with us being the only boat here, resulting in fish life that it’s tired from all the divers ‘viewing’ them, and they all seem excited to see us. You name it, we see it. Moray eels free swimming, napoleon fish giving us the eye, schooling parrot fish and of course the barracuda hanging out in the blue. Amazing.After 45 minutes and just when I start to wonder how much better this can get, I get a slap in the face. Quite literally. The cold thermocline comes from no-where and brings with it water that looks like its been used to wash the local rugby teams kit.  With zero visibility and starting to actively shiver, we decide to finish the dive and get out.  What a shame.

Back on board, however, I am quickly reminded all about diving camaraderie, and instead of moaning about the last 5 minutes of the dive, my guests are all excitedly comparing notes on the ‘other’ 45 minutes. How fantastic it was, how it was their best dive ever, how that moray was the biggest ever seen. And so it went on.

Divers are like that, forget the bad bits and boast about the rest. Love it (and them!)