Oman:oh deary, deary me

Paul survived sleeping outside without attracting too much attention from the resident donkey or the owner of the extremely large cat paw prints we noticed in the sand yesterday.

While Mrs M lead a Wadi Shab expedition, I wandered the beach before striking camp. I strolled past the site vacated by the group that left earlier in the morning to find the most appalling sight. The group of local men had left their rubbish on the ground which was strewn over several square metres. I could not believe what I saw. Utterly senseless.

With the intrepid explorers back at base camp, we snacked before returning to Muscat leaving angry grey clouds in the rear view mirror.