Snorkeling & Diving
An Ancient Wilderness
The desert ends in blue. From the shallows you can already see it—sun pouring through water so clear it turns the sand to silver. Slip your face beneath the surface and Egypt changes; the wind fades, the reef begins, and color rushes in.
Mask on, breath slow, the sea takes your measure. Coral heads rise like gardens; parrotfish nibble; a hawksbill turtle lifts from the sand and drifts past as if you’re part of the current. Even from a jetty or a quiet cove, the Red Sea gives you a front-row seat—soft corals, anemones, clownfish, rays ghosting over ripples of light.
Follow the drop-off and the water darkens to sapphire. Shafts of sun stripe the wall; anthias flicker like sparks. A school of jacks wheels once, twice, and is gone. You learn to move the Red Sea way—slow, careful, buoyant—so the reef keeps welcoming you.
Experience It
Sharm el Sheikh: Reefs race right up to the cliffs. Boat days sweep you along the headlands and out to the straits, where currents polish the coral and pelagics wander through like passing weather. The edges feel cinematic—big walls, quick flashes of silver, that sense of open sea just beyond.
Hurghada: Islands low on the horizon, boats fanning out at dawn. Here the reefs are broad and bright, with easy drifts over coral gardens and, farther out, steel and story—resting wrecks where glassfish shimmer in the holds and soft corals bloom on rails and ribs.
Dahab: Shore entries and mood. You kit up on pebble beaches, walk a few steps, and drop into blue. Canyons of coral, sudden windows into depth, long, unhurried dives where time feels elastic and the desert mountains watch from across the gulf.
Dive into the teorritory of fish and sea, coral and anemones.
