Have you ever spent a week out at sea, exploring a new dive site every day, doing nothing but eat, sleep and dive? No, neither had I, until this week. I’m twenty-one, newish to diving and had no idea what to expect from a liveaboard in the Red Sea. All I knew was that I couldn’t wait to dive four times a day without getting outrageously cold. The week started in Hurghada Airport, where I was immediately greeted by members of the Scuba Travel tea…
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