Oman Dive Centre (not Center)

I joined everyone after work at the Oman Dive Centre where they had been toasting like crumpets. Mandy’s ‘Hippocampe’ sand chair passed its sea trials taking her out into the warm bay where it was dropped leaving her to float like a cork. Mrs M later took Mandy around the bay in a double kayak, escorted by Simon who was getting to grips with steering the plastic banana.

That evening we dined at Trader Vic’s restaurant at the Intercontinental Hotel. The girls chose cocktails and, perhaps with the International Shopping Expo in mind, Simon ordered a ‘suffering bastard’. The Polynesian fare was enthusiastically consumed, although the highlight for Simon may have been the waitresses in slinky red silk dresses.