
We stopped on the new bridge crossing Wadi Sha


The drive back to the city went quickly with barely a car in sight. We knew we had reached Muscat as the traffic was stationary at Wadi Adai thanks to a now three-quarter length car facing the wrong direction on the roundabout.
With everything unpacked, we showered away the grime of the last few days and sat around the table with enormous plates of spaggy bol.
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