

We settled to a sedate pace with much consumption of nibbly comestibles, jet-skiing, snorkelling, lilo-ing and boat adjustment as the tide receded. I clambered up the rocks to get a better view over the area and managed to turn myself into a crispy pork scratching – silly boy.
With the dog's batteries completely exhausted, we un-struck camp and headed back to the marina where the barrow boys could perhaps have showed a little more commitment. We drove back through bustling Mutrah where the whole world was out enjoying the cool evening air before the humidity descends.
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