Tourists entered a hidden cave during a dream getaway — the mystery beneath the water is haunting everyone

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18/05/2026

TRAGIC theories have emerged after five Italian tourists mysteriously drowned while on a daring 200ft cave diving trip in the Maldives.

The holidaymakers set off to explore the depths below the Vaavu Atoll on Thursday morning but failed to return.

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Respected marine biologist and TV personality Monica Montefalcone was one of the five diversCredit: Not known, clear with picture desk
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Her daughter Giorgia Sommacal, 20, is reportedly among the deadCredit: instagram
Among the victims were university professor and TV personality Monica Montefalcone, whose body was recovered during yesterday’s initial rescue mission.

Her 24-year-old daughter Giorgia Sommacal had accompanied her on the dive.

The other three Italian tourists were named as Muriel Oddenino of Turin, Gianluca Benedetti of Padua, and Federico Gualtieri of Borgomanero, reports say.

The group set off aboard the luxury Duke of York yacht on a €2,000 (£1,741) scuba trip to explore Alimatha, one of the atoll’s most popular diving spots.

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