1. Why are we heading out at 8 am – a bit late for fishing?
2. Where is everyone else???
We find out the answer to the first question a little later in the day. The second question is answered when we finally see the boys looking slightly dazed and confused, approaching at snail’s pace. Must have been a slightly heavy night.
Here are Sharlene (South African), Johann (Swedish) and Fredrik (Swedish). Fredrik has put together this trip as his friends are visiting him from Sweden and we have tagged along.
Heading out of the Dubai Marina. Hard to imagine that only years ago the only thing you could see here was sand… and perhaps some pebbles. Wild!
Patrik, Christian and Christopher (starting from blond to tidy-haired, aka left to right). Fredrik’s visitors from Sweden. They are very sedate after a full night of drinking things other than water.
Patrik has quit his day job (*sigh*) and set up his own online business which sells good sunglasses at better prices to the Swedes. Considering the fact that there is no perpetual sunshine in Sweden he must have some pretty good deals going on. Have a look here.
Fishing a la Fredrik. The spirits consumed the night before seem to haunt him the most today. He pioneers the concept of horizontal fishing, has no success and then transports his horizontal, hungover self to the cabin below and sleeps straight through the whole trip.
Johan is the best fisherman out of us all. He managed to catch 2 or 3.
Christopher’s catch. As I was taking this shot he said, ‘If you hold it closer to the camera it will look bigger.’ Hmmmmm… Patrik seemed to love this tip and kept repeating it over and over again in a ‘note-to-self’ kinda way. This *should* have been followed by intensely cruel comments from the boys but they merely snickered and took it no further. Myself and Sharlene remained mute as we are what we are (ladies).
Sharlene is a responsible kind of person. She brought us delicious home-made sandwiches, including non-vegetarian options, although her gentle heart and tummy have been followers of the vegetarian diet for years and years. She will be loved forever by us not-so-responsible ones who were not so well prepared and hungry. Blessing. She is also responsible for kicking my butt all the way to Nepal a few months ago as, being a fellow nomad at heart, she knew a trip to foreign soils will cure all ills. She was *so* right. Blessing. She even moved into my apartment while I was away and babysat my little kitty cats! Blessing!! I think men would pay millions to buy the luck I have with amazing girls I have in my life but I ain’t selling – some things are simply priceless.
The sweet Swedes.
The Infinity Tower (or twisty tower as I call it).
We didn’t really catch many fish. We did question the fishing guides about our late departure time and the conversation went something like this:
“Not many fish today my friend / yes madam, you were late / well why did we leave so late? / madam early would have been better / yes, agreed, but we came when *you* told us to, why didn’t you ask us to come earlier then? / yah, we were too busy yesterday so we were tired, need sleep, come next month there is fish at every hour in December…” Sure we will and we will surely pick you guys again when we do!!!
Fish or no fish, Sharlene and myself are in complete agreement about the mesmerizing effects of a body of water. We are happy hippies 🙂
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