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FOR NOW, ROTONDI waits for his future, and for his past, in the decidedly non-idyllic environ of Cairo. He's been back to Boston once, to England for a bit, and has finally ended up there. There's no freediving, but he can meditate and avoid cooked food. At times our Aquaman speaks wistfully of leaving Egypt altogether, of letting go, but in truth he can't
shake Dahab's choke-hold on his life. He might pick up some freelance writing, maybe do some modeling—or, he says in passing, perhaps he'll develop a new scuba resort elsewhere on the Red Sea, a piece of the same Dahab dream but somewhere far from the Mezzeineh. He's eight years in, and he isn't going home. This is home.
Back in Dahab, the season is picking up. More and more European tourists are arriving. Club Red is busy with hipsters in board shorts and bikinis, and Rotondi's Dive Zone is booked solid.
Business is good. There is a real estate boom in Dahab. You could come here yourself, and stay awhile. 
Patrick Symmes, the author of Chasing Che: A Motorcycle Journey in Search of the Guevara Legend, last reported for Outside from New Zealand.
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