Oman: Trekking path W18b

The breakfast buffet included tinned tomatoes, a British Army staple, which nailed the lid on my theory. Mrs M’s bones were not up to a hike so Duncan and I started out on trekking path W18b while she sat at the finish in the cool(ish) late morning sun.

We were doing fine until we missed a turn-point but recovered well thanks to the assistance of a local who put us back onto the correct path. We clambered through immature fruit trees with superb views over the steps in the valley as we passed a group of Brits carrying babies on their backs. ‘Brave,’ I exclaimed…..’or stupid?’ came the reply. We found Mrs M at the end of the path where we jumped into the Prado to head back to Muscat.

At the bottom of the mountain, we stopped briefly at Bayt Al Ridaydha fort which is unfortunately still closed for restoration. On the drive back we discussed plans for next week which included a nail appointment for mother. Duncan described his father’s habit of buffing his nails with a special tool purchased in Florida. This was deeply disturbing.

After a brief and fruitless telephone purchasing stop at Carrefour, we reached home to be greeted by the cranky puss. With the car unloaded and washed, we set up the wireless modem which is working a treat. Mrs M can now check out her illnesses online from the comfort of the sofa.