Monday 23 October 2006

Oman: Eid mubarak, dear

Pre-dawn I could just make out shapes in the sky which turned out to be clouds. These rare objects provided shelter from the toasty sun during a further expedition to supplement the wood pile.

Several hours later, Mrs M emerged after seemingly getting out of her sleeping bag on the wrong side. The clouds had burned off and the sea was producing Croyde Bay type waves, perfect for body boarding. Playing in the water for a few hours exorcised evil spirits and she emerged ungrumpy. Meanwhile, I took the opportunity to read a book, which I can only do in large chunks as it will be forgotten by tomorrow. Despite re-reading the few pages I read in Kathmandu, I managed about a third of Umberto Eco's 'The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana' in one sitting. The philosophical discussion about crapping in the garden seemed highly appropriate to desert camping.

That evening's fire was one of my best.

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