Visiting crews to Masirah were often given "duff gen" by the residents who had to while away their 12 months unaccompanied. The guff about taking the train to the Golden Flip Flop Club wore thin on us seasoned visitors. After a round of golf on the "browns" of the local club the best fun was trolling for grouper around the wreck of the mis spelt S.S. Eletric. On one occasion as the dory raced past the ship with six rods out all of us yelled "fish" at the same time. Then the hard work started of winching these enormous grouper up from the depths as they paddled backwards with their huge pectoral fins. Finally as they reached the surface they just gave up except for one which was zipping around far too quickly. "That's cos it's a barracuda" said the dory driver. Once the fish were aboard he opened up the throttle and all these fish including the one with the pointy teeth slid aft. A great rush was made to be in the bow first. A few Gizzit gins were needed at the fish Barbie that night.