The Escapade in Oman...

Our Captain was truly a hidden gem -he had amazing comic value & transformed a standard Musandam / Omani dhow (boat) trip into an Adventure Extraordinaire! Choose me & I’ll tell you which company provides this comic genius –& send the rest of the story…

“He’s not coming back –it’s 3am –the boat was meant to be here at 9! We’re abandoned! Alone!”
“I wish we were alone –the thousands of ENORMOUS crabs are freaking me out! They must weigh a few kilos each!”
“Well at least there’ll be food –if things get more desperate”
“For us or them?”

Thousands of luminous eyes scuttle around us, dancing devilishly around our surrendering campfire. We know that we have no maps, no drinkable water, we don't know where we are. We know we’ll be sweating in the scorching, sweltering sun tomorrow. We know that we’ve climbed -clung to- the cavernous cove’s cliffs, cautiously avoided their carnivorous crevices and yet, having conquered their cruel challenges, continued to crave reception. No telephone connection. Denied redemption. Our hope a deception! God’s Rejection.

Yes we were feeling rather sorry for ourselves. And perhaps a little melodramatic. As if sensing our desire for melodrama, we suddenly heard our Captain’s wild speedboat whirring towards us, whipping the waves wantonly, when WHACK! He’d driven it straight into a round, rudely-protruding rock. The antiquated engine was broken by the impact. Wailing. ! “WAAH, WAAAAAHH!!!” Sensing an audience the man fell silent. Then started laughing hysterically. Giggling, cackling, snorting, wriggling with glee. He wiped the tears from his eyes &, still tittering tipsily, fell out of the boat.

Dramatically he waded, swayed, through the shallow water. The startled crabs, once Bold & Threatening, stood still. Shell-shocked. Crunching seaweed with each climactic step the Sea-Monster reached us at last… With dramatic timing that any actor would envy, he declared:
“Want more whisky! Where?” Stunned silence. Finally one of our party recovered:
“Where’s our dhow?” The Captain looked at us with the innocent incomprehension of a young child before cheerfully smiling & saying:
“Tomorrow. Now drink. You have whisky?”

He gasped & winced. Our clown had another shock up his colourful sleeve.
“Forgot anchor dhow!” Suddenly our Captain’s voice exploded into a high-pitched shriek:
“Current take dhow! If goes out of Omani waters –into Irani waters –cannot go there! I swim now!”
“No -you’re drunk!”
The Captain wept “BUT MY WHISKY ON DHOW!”