Saturday 2 December 2006

Oman: Al it time to go yet?

At first light the hotel staff were already out cleaning the grounds after last night's shower. Men were drying sun beds, polishing glass lamps, spraying the entire grass area and even smoothing the beach with giant combs, dragged behind human oxen.

Breakfast highlights for Mrs M included rather splendid eggs Benedict. For me it was the lady in a ball gown, high heels, poofy hair and pungent perfume on the adjoining table. Mrs M sizzled in the sun on wrinkly beach, while I sat in the shade with all the patience of a bored ten year old. I could not help wonder why these people came to Oman? I also wondered what I was doing here.

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