What cheeses me off

[RSD]

I got stopped by the Police in Sweden many years ago, my A.C.T., license that I still have was an old paper one folded over and reinforced with sticky tape.

He was incredulous. Is this it? he asked, I nodded, he said it was the most inferior license he had ever seen.

Ah good days, driving trucks with only a car license, not too concerned about anything, we were young.....

Nice!

You can still get away with a fair bit in Egypt as long as you look and sound convincing - but sadly not as much as we used to back then - which is probably a good thing as I don't think that I could still party until dawn and then go and teach scuba diving for the day Every Tuesday night was Dive Guide night at a big night club in town named Cha Cha's - the club opened at 8pm and closed just before Fajr salah (dawn prayer), and the nightclub was across the roof of four buildings. We had a deal with the dive boat captains that on Wednesday's we would go to the furthest reefs possible to give us time to recover a little, and in exchange on Saturdays we would go to the nearest reefs so as the crew could get home early to watch the Egyptian soccer matches live on TV. Win-Win for everyone.

Ah those were the days...

 

[RSD]

Nice!

You can still get away with a fair bit in Egypt as long as you look and sound convincing - but sadly not as much as we used to back then - which is probably a good thing as I don't think that I could still party until dawn and then go and teach scuba diving for the day Every Tuesday night was Dive Guide night at a big night club in town named Cha Cha's - the club opened at 8pm and closed just before Fajr salah (dawn prayer), and the nightclub was across the roof of four buildings. We had a deal with the dive boat captains that on Wednesday's we would go to the furthest reefs possible to give us time to recover a little, and in exchange on Saturdays we would go to the nearest reefs so as the crew could get home early to watch the Egyptian soccer matches live on TV. Win-Win for everyone.

Ah those were the days...

The dive centre I worked at was at the Intercontinental and the owner of the dive centre was a very rich Egyptian business man who made his money in amongst other things warship refurbishment / upgrades and on selling them. We used to refer to the owner as the Boss, he spent most of his time in Cairo but would come down for the odd weekend of diving and to spend time on his motor yacht which was in the Interconti's marina. The skipper was an ex-para from Wales and so the motor yacht became our after work debrief venue.

One evening the skipper informed us that we wouldn't be able to come onto the yacht for a few days as the Boss was coming down and would be meeting with some important guests. That was OK, we would just use the bar in the Interconti instead. A couple of days later we were in the bar after work when the boss bought in his guests - which included a couple of characters named Gaddafi and Arafat! We were promptly introduced to them by the boss - "This is my friend Diane from England, my friend RSD from Australia etc..." We actually had a pretty lively conversation - this was before the days of the internet and being from a small town in Tasmania I had no idea who they were!

 

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The dive centre I worked at was at the Intercontinental and the owner of the dive centre was a very rich Egyptian business man who made his money in amongst other things warship refurbishment / upgrades and on selling them. We used to refer to the owner as the Boss, he spent most of his time in Cairo but would come down for the odd weekend of diving and to spend time on his motor yacht which was in the Interconti's marina. The skipper was an ex-para from Wales and so the motor yacht became our after work debrief venue.

One evening the skipper informed us that we wouldn't be able to come onto the yacht for a few days as the Boss was coming down and would be meeting with some important guests. That was OK, we would just use the bar in the Interconti instead. A couple of days later we were in the bar after work when the boss bought in his guests - which included a couple of characters named Gaddafi and Arafat! We were promptly introduced to them by the boss - "This is my friend Diane from England, my friend RSD from Australia etc..." We actually had a pretty lively conversation - this was before the days of the internet and being from a small town in Tasmania I had no idea who they were!

Wow, best I've managed is Col. Sitiveni Rabuka in a little cafe in Savusavu.

 

[RSD]

Wow, best I've managed is Col. Sitiveni Rabuka in a little cafe in Savusavu.

Another rogue leader!