Picnic with Ibrahamovic

My host Naser also runs a water taxi and was taking a group of Poles out for a fish picnic. I was invited to join in for EUR25 including wine, raki, drinks etc. I was told to be ready at half-ten. As it turns out, it was half-to-ten (Indonesian style, as I learnt in Papua this trip), rather than half-past-ten.

I boarded a few minutes late (having just been to arrange diving for the next day) and we chugged off to the north, with babushka waving from the verandah as we cruised past the house.

We were shown Ibrahimovic’s house which had a private beach and launch pad for his jetskis. As I didn’t follow football, I never quite worked out which of the three famous Ibrahimovics we are talking about.

We set up at a beautiful bay just south of his house and spent the day in the clear waters sunning, cooling, drinking and eating. In fact, the raki and wine started on the boat before 1000 with the Captain’s young son serving. This is the first time I’ve been served alcohol by a pre-teen Muslim boy.

I really envy the Europeans who are able to explore their continent so easily by road and take in such diverse cultures within relatively short distances.