a memoir of etchings and wanderings
From top to bottom: # The ‘Fulk Al Salamah’, HM’s royal vessel # Some of the silver stuff at Mutrah Souq # The Corniche, in it’s most picturesque self # The man and the Shawarma I do need a zoom lens now. Even though I might not be the most brilliant photographer as yet, and still am a little partial to the Auto mode, I would get one, in good … Continue reading “Corniche” →
I have been going around Muscat, strange as it may seem, on whatever little public transport exists here. Taxis are now considered safe modes of travelling for short distances, and the orange and white cabbies also readily converse in broken English and Hindi,dependnig on their perception of your nationalilty. So this evening, it was Mutrah, or the Old Muscat Corniche – which was completely destroyed by Muscat’s own tropical cyclone … Continue reading “Tourism Oman!” →