Oman

A few weeks ago we set out for Oman. There we would be snorkeling, scuba diving and swimming the Indian Ocean. Much of the trip was spent talking with the ex pat divers about their jobs and making new drinking buddies. I met a project manager for the Dubailand project, and was told he needed several MBAs come the summer of 2009. While Dubailand is something like 2 billion square feet (apparently bigger than Singapore), the real vision of this monstrous undertaking is a vast wasteland. It just seems unattainable. Getting off track a bit....

As we were about to drive across the border from the UAE to the city of Dibba, Oman, we stopped over at a petrol station. There, our Dean asked the girls with me to get into his car for safer travel across. As it turns out, Oman border patrol would have likely arrested me under the suspicion of trying to prostitute a Ukrainian, two Colombians and a Brit. Sweet.

Once you have entered Oman, it looks just like what I have always pictured Afghanistan would look like. Rugged, even jagged, rocky terrain, that seems to have no end. That is, until we reached the port. Unrelated to that visual, the picture above is from the dive boat at about 6:30AM. It is a much nicer image than the 'Omanistan' pictures I have.


Here we have Claudia and Sandra from Colombia, with their respective dive partners for the afternoon. I thought I would attach this picture because of how goofy they look. Hah!

And here is one more awesome picture.