Near Muscat, we also shoot 3 photos with Katja Schuurman. We take the third photo in a small fishing village on the Gulf of Oman. Our guide, who is wearing his white dishdasha robe all day, asks if we want to change in the car. I squeeze into my light blue suit in the back of the car and wait outside for Katja. When Katja wants to get out of the car, our guide says, 'No, no, please change your clothes in the car'. The only thing is that Katja already has changed her clothes. Her hot pants are so short that our guide thinks she is standing in her underwear. Shortly afterwards, a senior-looking man walks by. Our guide talks to him, the man turns to us and says 'No problem, go go'. We get permission to take a quick photo anyway. The spot where we took the picture doesn't work for the video though. Cameraman Niels takes us into a pretty little street where we are supposed to walk up and down for the camera. As I stand next to Katja ready to walk towards the camera, I happen to look back. A huge minaret towers over the street. Katja's hot pants right next to a mosque seems like a bad combination. Everyone else thinks I'm making a fuss, but I'm not in the mood for another media scandal.

The night of the photo shoot, we eat sushi in the hotel restaurant. Katja offers me twenty euros if I eat the bowl of wasabi in one go. Sometimes, you simply have to do something like that in life. If only to show that you aren’t completely predictable. Like a mafia boss who is always friendly and then suddenly shoots someone in the head in cold blood. What followed were two pretty intense minutes. For the first time in my life, I was coughing and sneezing at the same time. But I cashed in the twenty euros.