I finally arrived in Muscat, 2 nights in a hotel and off. The road a are wide the pavements are clean it’s sort of perfect. My route took me into the centre of Muscat and as I sat down for coffee and breakfast I struck up a conversation with a guy and his son. I explained my trip, he seemed fascinated. Then as he got up he paid for my breakfast, I protested (not too hard) but to no avail. This is a prime example of the random acts of kindness you get used to in Oman. The people are friendly, but not too friendly, interested but not over zealous.
The national museum is great
My love for Arabic jewlery, carved doors must have stemmed from living in Qatar as a child.
I left Muscat and after a few miles I got this.
The road ended and this started. A Couple Of hours later unfortunately it stopped and I was back on the road.
I started to look for a camp spot finally as it was getting dark I found a ledge. I just could not find a spot shade from the road lights. A loud and bad sleep.
But awake at 5.30 riding by 6. It started fast but by 12 the wind was so strong it had more than halved my speed. I rode to Sur and couldn’t find the energy to ride on to a camp spot. So hotel it was.
The wind was so strong this morning I went back to bed but it quietened to nearly zero, I rode fast to get some miles in.
Then the wind whipping the sand across the road
I was sandblasted to a gritty pulp.
But I decided my route didn’t have enough off road so I moved from this
To this
It’s not hard to make that choice.
The wind still whipping a hoolie I decided to find a camp spot. Now I am hoping for a stealthy approach but the wind whipping the flywheel high in the air I think every Omani from here to Muscat knows where I am.
I’m now in the middle of a desert writing my blog using mobile data that spectacular.
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