The last time my Father visited Oman was back in the late 1970’s when he made a quick stop over in the Sultan Qaboos Port on a visiting ship. A lot has changed since then! With my Dad arriving in Muscat for the first time in donkeys years I wanted to show him what Muscat has to offer.
Day to day my Father works too hard and is a little guilty of taking life a little too seriously so I wanted to shake things up a little and treat him to a fun activity. What could go wrong?!
‘Go Fly Parasail Oman’ has only been open for business a mere few weeks but already the hype around it is huge. A big perk of this activity is that you do not have to travel down to Marina Bandar Rowdha where it is based. Instead, the boat will collect you right from the beach on the Qurum corniche, across from Japengo, giving it a real holiday vibe. I got us involved and booked us a slot.
The weather was not ideal on the day making it difficult for the boat to collect us from the shore without running aground. Wading out and shoulder height in sea water was not part of my mater plan.. I looked over to my Dad looked mightily pissed off. At this point the whole thing was still a surprise and he had no idea why he was floating in the sea fully clothed. This was only the start of the holiday and he looked like he might wring my neck – eeekkkk! Had I ruined his holiday?
The crew managed to finally haul my fat ass onboard and now was the time to explain why we were on a boat. As the parachute was unraveled it all became apparent. I won’t lie, At this point I did regret that I had kept it a surprise but thankfully his belly laugh reassured me that he was amused and not ready to disown me just yet. The rascal even volunteered to go first! As I watched him fly up into the air he looked like he was having an amazing time. Being the annoyance that I am I took dozens of pictures of him, ya’know just incase he ever forgets that one day I decided to tie him to a moving boat attached to a parachute..