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13 07 2 0 2 5 A Typical Day in the Red Sea: Mantas, Dolphins, and Sharks

"the city that floats—not just on water, but in memory" — someone

The Red Sea has a rhythm all its own. To those who visit just once, it’s dazzling—crystal-clear water, vibrant coral reefs, and skies that shift from golden sunrise to deep orange sunset. But for those of us who return again and again, we come to know its quiet routine. And yet, even on the most “ordinary” of days, something extraordinary always happens. That’s just how the Red Sea is.

The day started early, as most sea days do. The sky was still pale blue, the sun barely rising over the horizon, when we boarded the boat. The air was cool and salty, filled with promise. There’s always that early morning silence, broken only by the soft hum of the engine and the cries of distant gulls. We loaded up our gear—fins, masks, wetsuits, cameras—and took our spots on the deck.

Our first stop was a cleaning station—a patch of coral reef where giant manta rays often glide in for a morning spa. We dropped into the water as quietly as possible, letting ourselves sink into the blue. Within minutes, they appeared. Two mantas, maybe three, circling slowly, their wide wings undulating like silk. Watching a manta ray move is like watching a dance choreographed by the ocean itself—graceful, calm, otherworldly.

After surfacing, everyone was quiet for a moment. Encounters with mantas tend to do that to people. You come out of the water a little more aware, a little more connected.

Later that morning, we moved to a shallow lagoon. The captain knew what he was doing—he’d spotted something from the bridge. As we neared the reef, the water ahead shimmered with movement. A pod of dolphins! We scrambled into the water again, hearts racing. Swimming with dolphins in the wild is one of those childhood dreams you never really outgrow. They were everywhere—zigzagging playfully, diving deep and then bursting to the surface in smooth arcs. Some swam right beside us, turning their heads as if to say hello before vanishing into the blue.

Back on the boat, lunch was waiting—fresh grilled fish, tabbouleh, pita, and chilled watermelon. We sat in the shade, sun-kissed and salty, trading stories of what we’d seen. Laughter came easily. No one looked at their phones. Time felt like it had slowed.

But the day wasn’t done.

In the afternoon, we reached the outer edge of the reef. The current was strong, the water deeper, darker. We geared up again, the mood shifting slightly—less playful, more focused. This was shark territory. As we descended, the shadows sharpened and the colors faded into a cool, electric blue. Then, just below us, a sleek shape moved.

A reef shark.

It circled at a distance, cautious but curious. Then another. And another. At one point, there were five—elegant, powerful, and utterly silent. Not menacing, but majestic. There’s a deep sense of awe that comes from seeing these creatures in their element. They’re reminders that we are visitors here, guests in a world older and wilder than our own.

There are moments when the world offers you something rare — not just beauty, but presence. The Red Sea didn’t just show us its colors that day. It gave us time — time to feel, to breathe slowly, to remember what it’s like to be small in a vast, ancient world.

When we finally surfaced, the light was already beginning to shift. The sun hung low, casting golden streaks across the water. We pulled off our wetsuits, wrapped ourselves in towels, and leaned against the railing as the boat began its slow return.

That night, lying under the stars, we all agreed: there are no “ordinary” days in the Red Sea. Only days filled with mantas, dolphins, sharks—and the magic of a sea that never stops surprising you.

That,s all for today. Stand by





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