Every morning you wake up somewhere new
The yacht is your floating home. While you have breakfast, the instructors study the forecast and pick the spot of the day: Tawila, Geisum, Abu Minqar, Ashrafi. We drop anchor off deserted islands, powder-white sand and water with colours so unreal that more than once we looked at each other speechless: are we really in Egypt?
No minibus transfers, no crowded beaches: just the sound of the sea, the wind picking up and the urge to get in the water.
