lazy dahab summer

It's summer. you cannot fail to notice it if you live in dahab. there's only about 50 degrees outside.
not in the freedive dahab office, where the temperature is kept down by 2 powerful air con apparatuses which sleif the slave is in charge to keep at the more spring-like temperature of 25 celsius.
dahab freedivers keep popping by, not to spend their money here, but to have a nice cool break from the heat and use the free wireless. i'm gonna start charging them.
lots of people are on a holiday: lotta is in sweden dieting (so she says), training and teaching some freezing courses to some pale blond thin-haired Nordic guys.
katya is in ukraine to visit the family and shooting fish.
dean is in canada because i fired him. this is the reason why:

and whatever he says, whichever nasty thing I did or said to him, it doesn't justify the reaction.

so i surrounded myself (and the slave) with 2 replacements: marek, who you might remember from some previous blog entries. it was actually not true that i killed him during the instructor course, that was just a hoax. he did survive my course, and my coaching at bizzy blue hole competition, and my judging at the minicomp (he was so scared of me that he got a samba). all this living on the edge made him so self confident that he boldly decided to try and see if he can survive me as an employer (let me tell you, I know the answer already, and it's no). he's now spending his days teaching students the advantages of smoking shisha before breath holding; according to him it makes wonders to co2 tolerance. What does he know about that? He can barely hold his breath for a couple of minutes, and when he does it is only because I keep his head underwater with my foot. marek is a great no fins diver, and a decent free immersion diver, but as a breath holder he sucks big time. anyways, his students have survived so far, and in any case, we ask them to pay in advance, just in case.
here you see him getting ready for a friday night party.


and then we have wendy. she's a bit blond, but we like her. she survived the instructor course a couple of years ago, but the experience was so traumatizing that she left and ran on the other side of the world. she must have recovered, because she's back, and she is teaching for us. her students seem to be very happy. still not sure how much that has to do with her good looks and how much with her teaching skills; but as long as the customers are happy, and pay happily, why should i care?

here she's coaching the clown fish through a static session. this is how blond she is.

so, since i have a full set of slaves working for me, i thought: what the heck, i'm gonna have a lazy summer and have some fun. i took some trips down to sharm el sheikh, where my apnea academy friends are based (i'm sure many of you met rasta marco during the WC's in sharm or during our triple depths here; the guy who is either sleeping or running after some big breasted girl).
since the water is always so warm there, i carried my thin suit with me, got myself in the water and did some fun sled diving.


Now, that is fun. I did some tandem dives together with marek and Italian andrea, on the superfast brakeless sled they have over there.
andrea did a funky dive over 100.


The other day I was so totally narked on just 60/70 meters dives, that on one dive it took me 30 seconds to inflate the lift bag, while marek was giving me the "are you gonna get your shit together and get us up or should I start swimming and leave you here, you moron?" look. I didn't get the look really, and I didn't get we were down so long until I saw the dive profile on his computer.
however, i was having a great time.
but some fungus must have fallen in love with me, because the fucker has been stalking my outer ear for almost a month, and my attempts to ignore it failed, so i had to give up and listen to the doctor who ordered me out of the water for the next 10 day at the very least.
great, now i do have the excuse not to work, but what do you do in a place where there's absolutely nothing except beautiful sea and burning sun?
this is what you do: you sit in the office and release the frustration on your slave (if you have one), who is getting 10 whips every time I can find a half decent excuse to justify that, like when he doesn't wash properly my coffee cup.
today i sent him somewhere, and on his way out he asked me to be nice with the customers while he wasn't there. Excuse me? me? NICE? i'm not even nice when i'm happy, how can i be nice when i'm so pissed off?

oh well, maybe it's a good time to go looking for husbands. i spotted a totally hot guy cycling around on the promenade all the time. maybe he's looking for a wife.