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Photos and text submitted to unbound with permission for one-time use only. All rights reserved. © TC Anderson 16 November 2002

As the day progressed, events occurred that made each moment distinctly different. Midmorning a dense mist fell over the mountains, draping them in a rather mysterious and beautiful shroud. Later in the day, dark, heavy clouds hovered above, but as it rarely rains in Oman, we did not find their presence disconcerting. In the afternoon, all the sea gulls in the neighborhood came begging for food. The captain caught a few and fed them small pieces of fish, then let them go. Wild birds, they appeared tame in his hands, which amazed us. Although I kept expecting there to be flies or other insects, remarkably, we only saw one fly during the entire day, which made the heavy coating of insect repellant we were wearing redundant. As the sun began to set, and the moonrise became clear, fish began to bite vigorously once more. We worked hard for the last hour before returning to port, catching a huge number of fish, impressing the captain by filling his cooler.

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