Watersports
We used to go waterskiing with friends, among them a doctor (Peter something? - memory cloudy) with a large collection of hawaiian shirts and wild beard, the Sandemans and sundry other british expats. We’d head out from our place in Sharjah by the Coral Beach to Umm Al Quwain, where there was a man-made lagoon. We’d haul up the boat and several skis. I quickly learned to stand on two skis (snow skiing does help you know how to bend your knees and keep your balance). Within a few months I was trying out mono skiing (much faster and more exciting).
Paula Mullins and I were in the same class, and we’d occasionally ski doubles behind the boat. The trick then is not to cut your partner’s head off when crossing.
So each weekend would roll by: breakfast at home, then off to beach with a cooler full of cokes and beer on ice. Deployment of boat and parasols. Waterskiing and messing around on the boat. Baking in the sun, resting under the parasol. Swimming. Barbecue burgers, spare ribs and hot-dogs. Repeat until sundown. Go home. Shower and wash off the sand and salt. Finally submit to finishing homework. Collapse into bed exhausted.
It was a hard life. Oh yes…
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