
Abu Hashish sounds like it has something to do with drugs and some people say that this reef got its name from the contraband cargo of a boat that once hit it. Others say that hashish also means seaweed in fisherman slang; something you find in some shallower bits of the lagoon here. The boats mostly moor up inside the lagoon, on the west side of the main reef where the depth is around4m-7m.
This dive can be done as a drift, or from the mooring and back. If you go from the mooring you first have to swim through a small channel in the reef. Here it’s no more than 2m in depth so waves and current can make the passage tricky.
Think about your buoyancy. When you are through, you swim a bit up north and turn around for a look back. This is what it is going to look like when you are on your way back. Memorize! One landmark is the small coral tower where you turn right into the channel.

Sharks, Dolphins, Mantas, Jacks, Nudibranchs and Clownfish, the list goes on and on. If you are after variety then The Southern Red Sea is the place to be. Underwater nature is forever changing with the seasons; it is a spectacular, full of surprises, unforgettable image.
It was one of these early and calm afternoons during the summer months, somewhere at a dive site entry along the fringing reefs of South Sinai. The near-shore reef flat area at this site was covered with rounded boulders and smaller stones derived from ancient, massive river floods which once transported these materials there from the mountainous hinterland, many thousands of years ago. All these rocky surfaces were more or less overgrown by turf algae, partly seaweed, and who knows which variety and amount of invertebrates found shelter and feeding substrate at this very location.
So there we were in the wilderness that is the Southern Red Sea. Our only engine had fallen silent. Bits of the Turbo were spread all over the dive deck and there was a lot of head shaking from Hisham, who’s dancing talents it seemed to us far outstripped his engineering skills. The mainland we were told was somewhere over the western horizon, but anyway was scorching uninhabited desert. If there was any human habitation it was the Egyptian military who would immediately arrest us and throw us in jail, if we were not shot first. Yasser imparted this information with his usual broad grin. I returned the smile although the funny side of the situation wasn’t totally apparent. We had already been desperately trying to contact anyone in the area but the VHF just hissed emptily back at us.
With the Red Sea having a little too much of the good things on offer, it’s easy to retreat into clichés when writing about diving there. Aquamarine, turquoise, azure, pristine, crystal clear, gin-clear, mind-blowing, brilliant, gorgeous, luxuriant, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands and (my own favorite)… heaps. There’s also so much already written about the Red Sea, this has been another problem since I started this assignment – how do you make a new approach when covering good boats operating in good areas? It’s hard to write something fresh about the Red Sea, but I’ll give it a go.

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