Sunday, September 26, 2010
Drama at the Beach
There we were, cooling down in the sea next to the Burj (which incidentally is a LOT colder than it used to be) generally chewing the cud and gossiping. About what, I can't remember. Boys, fashion and make-up most probably. The first time we heard a cry of 'help' we all looked at one another blankly. "Did we really just hear that". Then we heard it again - coming from a woman, quite far out - and very clearly shouting and in distress. The lifeguards didn't appear to have heard her.
L and I looked at one another in horror. 1) I'm not into swimming in the sea 2) When I do swim I don't get my hair wet 3) I was wearing a pair of my favourite shades and didn't want to lose them 4) A strapless bacofoil bikini is not ideally suited to frantic sea-rescue missions. Thankfully J came to the rescue. "hold these" he bellowed as he thrust his Raybans into my hand, before proceeding to dive in, swim at high-speed, and pull the woman out from under the water. It was all very Baywatch, let me tell you!
L and I basked in J's reflected hero glory ("Our friend just saved that woman!") as she was led away by the lifeguards. We were imagining all sorts of drama - jellyfish sting, shark attack, but apparently she had 'got a bit tired' and couldn't stay afloat. Not that I'm being disparaging about her predicament. And obviously L and I would have helped out no-one else had stepped up. That's if the bacofoil bikini was up to it and I didn't burn her retinas out before we got to her! The whole incident was quite exhausting and we all retired to the sunloungers for a much needed snooze. No change there then!