You know you're back to weird travelling when you get fried egg sandwiches for breakfast. I've got nothing against fried egg sandwiches, you just don't get them in places that are "normal". So Muscat. Not very weird, but just weird enough. A nice bit of variety after the you-know-just-what-you're-gonna-gets of the last few weekends. Hotel of dubious cleanliness? Check. Bartering for taxis? Check. Lemon and chili juice? Check. All good things to keep you on your toes as you walk round a city.
And what a city? Mountains down one side; empty beaches down the other. The centre in a series of rocky alcoves, more like a fishing village than a Capital City. Two thumbs up.
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