Same Crap, Different City

A Trip

Ooh look, we're on a plane:

Dirty window though. Can hardly see a thing. Let's stop somewhere.

That's better. Gosh, that runway looks like it's just hard packed sand, doesn't it? Where the flipping heck are we?

Mukhaizna? Do you think there's a Starbucks in the yellow terminal building there? No, okay then, let's go for a drive.

Yay! It's the desert. Keep your eyes peeled for camels.

Muscat

I arrived in Muscat on Friday night, though it was after midnight by the time I got out of the airport. My bags decided to stay in Dubai. Mustafa, who I was travelling with, re-routed to Karachi, as the folks in London wouldn't let him go to Oman with less than 6 months on his passport, despite the fact he already a visa issued by the Oman government. Anyway, those of you bored enough to follow my Where's Ian thing hopefully got an idea of the epic scale of my journey.

Muscat itself is a beautiful city. I love Arabic architecture. It's all curves and domes, not so many right angles.

Here's the view from my hotel room:

And here's my hotel from the beach below:

Sunset from the beach:

The ocean: