Not Just a Pretty Fish
Squashed together with six other strangers, I melted in the scorching desert breeze, scuba diving kit all donned up, ready to jump from the weather-beaten wooden platform. ‘Yallah, yallah! Go! Go!’ Captain Ahmed yelled at us divers, his long, discoloured galabeya flapping in the wind. Bent by the heavy tanks on our backs, we shuffled … Read more