The steep divots up the red sand dune seemed to go on forever. On what felt like my 100th trek up the hill with my surprisingly energetic children I decided that this was the last time. After finally reaching the top I took a moment to catch my breath with a side benefit of being able to enjoy the amazing view across the red sand dunes.
I lowered myself with apprehension from the dive boat into the flimsy shark net. Dark shapes rapidly approached. Two bronze whaler sharks swam with fierce hunting intent, slipstreaming like torpedos through the water as they approached their bloody fish prey. I felt like I was sucking my scuba tank dry.