I had relatively few expectations flying into Oman. Usually I do some research into a new country first, and I had bought the Oman cultural guide book, but knowing that we were going to be at a Westernized resort for the majority of the time turned me into a lazy researcher, instead relying on the few bits of information we had gleaned from our friends. The rest I could figure out once we arrived. Fletch and I were flying to Oman to help out our friends Stefan and Tanja with their busy season at the dive resort where they were currently
I am very excited to announce that Fletch and I are in Oman for the next month and a half! But before we arrived in the desert land of the unknown, we had a few hours in London to meet up with our dear friend Aaron, who was the reason we landed ourselves the jobs in Fiji three-and-a-half years ago (where does the time go?!) We walked off of our United flight, dazed and borderline irritable after listening to the hellion of a child behind us scream for all but 30 minutes of the flight. Fletch had been granted the lucky
On our very last day in Maui, Matt hooked us up with a friend who was able to get us onto her dive boat. We would have gone diving sooner, but a great swell had descended upon the islands, and the waters had been too rough for tour boats of any kind to go out. Matt had been out of work for the past week at least. But now the waters were finally calming down enough that our fears of the boat getting canceled were unfounded. Fletch and I excitedly packed up our gear and made our way across the street
I mentioned before that while we were hanging out in Maui, we played disk golf a few times to help Matt prepare for his upcoming tournament. On one of these days, we were meant to drive up to Polipoli, which was supposed to be a gorgeous hike (and a disk golf course to go with it). Everyone had been telling us for days that we needed to go. We were on our way, but just after we passed the garbage dump, Matt's truck started overheating. That wasn’t good. We pulled over, allowing the engine to cool, and then tried it
July 4 rolled around and Fletch had the brilliant idea to make sweet treats for everyone called firecrackers. So we spent a day gathering supplies, soaked some strawberries in a bowl of vodka, then dipped them in marshmallow cream and blue sprinkles. Red, white, and blue, get it? The blue sprinkles were supposed to be pop rocks, to create the popping sensation like a firecracker, but pop rocks were nowhere to be found. The treats were a hit regardless. We also attempted to inject some tangerines and watermelons with vodka, mostly because once we found the injector, it was too