It's always great to be a part of live sporting action and as far back as I can remember, I’ve tried to be there to check it out personally. So when we heard that the Red Bull diving challenge was set to be held in Oman for the very first time, the decision was made within minutes.
William Wordsworth wrote in his poem September,
‘Departing summer hath assumed,
An aspect tenderly illumed,
The gentlest look of spring;
That calls from yonder leafy shade,
Unfaded, yet prepared to fade,
A timely carolling.’
When we were growing up, the term ‘Keeping up with the Joneses’ was routinely used and inherently implied one of two things: a) Keeping up with the Joneses was not a nice thing to do for one could always go ahead and carve one’s own niche and b) It was exactly the ‘thing to do’ and heaven help those who tried otherwise.
Day ten and the excitement continues to build up. The world watches with bated breath as spectacular feats of human endurance are performed day after day, old records are broken and some impossibly difficult new ones achieved.
It is that time of the year again, here in the Gulf. The holy month of Ramadan, a time for abstinence and fasting. A time when people try and test their limits of endurance and do so happily, staying without water and food from dawn to dusk, then meet up with family and friends to break the fast in the evening.