Bibik offered me her theory the other day, “Kali pabriknya udah bungkus ya buk?” Isyyy pepandai je lah Bibik ni, I hushed her. Kitreena can’t go into the pool without those special diapers. It’s the pool regulation. Not that she would potty in her pants out of excitement anyway. Rules are rules, though they’re meant to be broken.
The island you can see a little far out is Mina Al Fahal. There is an annual swimming competition here in May where the participants swim from the club, around the island and make a loop back. I must admit, it’s the club that gives us the ‘Club Med’ lifestyle in Muscat. Being that it is a private beach club and all, it sure is one of the most beautiful beaches around.
I hope you didn’t mind the heading. Even the eagles have to put food on the table, you know. We don’t fly. And when we do, we don’t normally fly first class either. My life might be a little tat more comfortable than others, and for that I count my blessings. Five thousand billion, and three hundred twenty six hippopotamus…five thousand billion, and three hundred twenty seven hippopotamus…five thousand billion….
I am gone, counting.
Questa è Enida 
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