Bedouin & Breakfast
After several days without a hot wash or a shave, how typical that I should first hunt down a internet connection before cleaning myself up, and lo, here it is in the Oman transit Lounge. I have been fantasising about electric lights and running water. Having stayed with our charming Bedouin tribe (who took a liking to our shoes by quietly nicking them and shyly returning them to indicate interest) we have been travelling through Oman toward Yemen – this is not an area that has been predisposed to by the West in the past, but in some ways it’s an improvement, from better social housing to free hospitals, cheaper medicine and no tax. Our guide Nasser is charming, patient and knows more about his land’s history than I know about London. Downsides – this morning I was head-butted by a camel, which really hurt. And I now know that trying to brush your teeth with an inch of bottled water is not for me. I look like a tramp.
Unrepresentative pics follow (taken on an iPhone as the camera battery is dead).