
With the campin

After taking the stupid little ferry (my previous question about whether they are going to keep this has been answered by the now permanent sign stating the jo

There was still a large amount of water in the valley, which often required a bit of lateral thinking to get round various small waterfalls and flooded areas. The aflaj overflowed with clear, fast-running water which helped keep us cool on the hike to the pools.
At the end of the wadi, the cave was filled with the sight and sounds of a very angry waterfall, which made loitering inside inadvisable. The attempts to swim the last pool by a group of barely-able Omani swimmers also seemed less than sensible.
We ambled back past several groups of Europeans strangely heading into the wadi at 4.00pm. After negotiating the sticky mud one more time, we returned to the car park, past piles of rubbis

Back home, the cats were pretty miffed as Koof’s belly clock had gone off a couple of hours ago. The house also smelled like a sewage farm which happens when they are left for a few days thanks to Omani drainage systems. Earlier plans to go to a restaurant were abandoned in favour of a nice vat of spaggy bol, followed, somewhat unnecessarily in my book, by profiteroles and sticky chocolate sauce. Mmmmm.....
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