Sunrise over the Musandam fjords
'Just then, Captain Hassan (our
very own Sinbad), eased the throttle and pointed at a bright blue
fishing boat ahead of us, with four men waiving us down with planks
and improvised flags. All eyes were on Hassan who, to our relief,
said he recognised them as mates from Dibba. Much discussion
between the two crews ensued, and 'Sinbad' eventually explained the
situation to our tour leader James: the Dibbans had set off at dawn
for Khasab, for a funeral, and their engine had broken down. They
had been adrift for five hours in the baking heat and had run out
of water too.
Towing our shipwrecks back to base
Enough said: bottles were passed
over, along with fresh oranges and biscuits, a tow-line was
secured, and the convoy was soon on its way. The look of comfort on
the faces of the marooned spoke volumes, though they did look
worried when we dropped anchor in the fjords for one last snorkel:
no-one was going to deprive us of that, however
shipwrecked!'
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