Freediving - the journey to yourself
When I moved to Dahab, I start meeting, especially at the Blue Hole, new species – freedivers. I was always laughing about their special breathing technique warm ups and weird stretching with animal sounds coming out of their mouths. And I also experienced this very stupid rivalry between them and us, divers. Divers complaining about freedivers lines crossing the Blue Hole and limit the space for groups of divers. In the other hand freedivers complain about divers bubbles and
Look at world via the lens
I was always a photographer. Or at least, what I remember, I always had a camera. My equipment usually corresponded with my age, money ability and, of course, technology development. That's one of few good genes I had after my father, who was a photographer when he was young. When I was a little girl, my favorite weekends were about hundreds black and white pictures of our family floating and sinking in our bath, and me and my dad "developing pictures" with all equipment from
Starting the blog is like looking back in time
I am lucky, as my home town is Prague, one of the most beautiful cities in the world. I spent there still the biggest part of my life, but my home, when it comes to feelings, moved from the heart of Europe to the Middle East, to Egypt, to the most peaceful place I know, Dahab. Small Bedouin town surrounded by mountains got part of me, forever. When I moved to Dahab, and it was almost nine years ago, it was suppose to be one year of holiday, maximum. Who would give up on comfo
