Medvedik goes snorkeling


Everyone needs to go on holidays from time to time. That was what I thought when I saw the fabulous advertisement of the tropical island in a magazine tucked under my front door. I dialed the number, booked a hotel room and an early morning flight. I packed my beach towel and a bottle of sun block, and sailed off for holidays the next day.


I was lucky enough to get a front seat in the plane that promised enough leg room, but was not lucky enough, since I got a neighbour, who was the size of elefant and took all the available space. I figured out that the guy must have been a heavy-weight lifter or a champion in burger eating, so it was only the logical choice to try to stay calm and enjoy the flight in a sleeping mode.

As the bird made of steel started to descend, I opened the curtain and saw the beautiful island, covered with white soft clouds. I wished I could just jump out of the plane at that very moment and play in the alluring clouds. Not long after that I was already on the ground surrounded by the humid air full of tropical smells. I made my way to the small cozy hotel, dropped my luggage and ran down to the gigantic pool wasting no time. 


The water was clear and refreshing. I was swimming profoundly on my back, when I noticed a fisherman-looking guy promoting something to the people chilling around the pool. I climbed out and asked if I could join the adventure that everyone else was going to. A moment later I found myself on a sailing boat with the glass bottom, going up and down with the current, making me feel queasy. The boat stopped on the border of the coral reef and all the attendees put on snorkeling masks and jumped off the boat. I approached the skipper and asked him nonchalantly if he had any masks available for polar bears, but for some reason the brown-skinned guy looked back at me as if I was out of my mind.


Never mind, – thought Medvedik, and jumped off bravely, surrendering his body to the waves.

What I saw under water was exceeding any of my expectations. There was a lot of fish. Right there, in front of my eyes. I started rowing in its direction, expecting to have a good snack along with the sea adventure. It was so close, but every time I tried to close my canine teeth on the good-looking fat fish, it got away. I returned to the boat all wet and frustrated. I could not believe that I didn’t catch a single fish today and made a point to train myself better, so that I would be less clumsy next time.
As soon as I returned to the stable ground, I went to the restaurant and ordered a big dorade for dinner.

At least you can’t get away from me, Medvedik thought, deboning the fish. In the end I win!

I went to bed happy that night, seeing dreams of alluring fishes dancing around me in gangham style.

Fujairah road-trip of Medvedik



Medvedik was so excited to go to Fujairah after his friend told him about this amazing place: One of the prime spots to do is Snoopy Island, so-called because of its apparent resemblance to Charlie Brown’s canine chum lying down. Snoopy is about half and hour north of Fujairah town and located just 20 metres off the Sandy Beach Resort. The journey from Dubai should take between an hour and a half and two hours. That’s what Timeout said with the voice of Medvedik’s friend.

Medvedik was climbing the shoulders of his friends to see if they can spot Snoopy Island already or not. It’s been already quite a long ride, but no sign of Snoopy Island yet.


By the way, it was a national day of the U.A.E., when they decided to go on a trip and Medvedik noticed a lot of people in festive mood all over the country. There were pictures of Sheikh’s drawn on the mountains, flags everywhere and by 2 pm people already started to gather together.

Long story short, Medvedik only arrived to the Sandy Beach Resort at 3 pm, which took them 4 hours to get there from Dubai. You might have thought that they took the long road, but no – they just followed the directions of the article.

The resort looked nice and Medvedik stretched his legs on the long chair, exposing his white hair to the mighty Arabian sun.


Five minutes later Medvedik heard a very loud noise. What could it be? He looked around, startled, but saw only a couple of drowsy Russian tourists around. Suddenly there appeared a large number of boats of all kinds with U.A.E. flags on it.


Medvedik waved to the guys on the boat and they waved back. What a nice way to celebrate your national day, thought the little polar bear.

After boats disappeared, he fell asleep on the chaise-long and saw a dream about celebrating a national day of the North Pole. He was cruising on the ice floe and waving a white flag to the Shell drilling guys. Somehow it didn’t feel as festive. There was something wrong.