Back to Muscat



Just some shots of the airbnb in Muscat.


This is a beautiful plant with succulent flowers that grows in this hot climate almost like a baobab tree.




 These hills are very oriented like this as if the crust of the earth was lifted.  We arrived back in Muscat in our airbnb where we stay for 2 days.  The owner is a tour operator that takes tourists on desert treks. his apt. is lovely and he had 2 beers in the fridge for us!  



I love these water towers that are in plastic on the roofs of most homes and evocative if crenellations of a castle.




 Sunset last night.  We love this rooftop terrace when the sun gets low.

Our last day in Oman we have a trip out to some islands off the coast, the Dimaniyat island.  We went snorkeling and the water was so nice!  I wore my gear as not to get sunburned but I looked like an omani all covered up, We did see about 30 or 40 green turtles grazing on seaweed. We tried to spot some black tip sharks but they didn’t turn up.
 People go out to the island to camp and a boat will pick them up the next day. Dubai is not far and there were families on vacation, that is europeans.  I really haven’t seen many Americans here. The UnitedArab Emirates is a pretty good deal if you want a high standard of living: you don’t pay taxes, they have good schools for your kids and labor is cheap (cleaners and babysitters) and very clean. They don’t have electric cars here. And it is not far from Europe. So from Dubai tourists come to enjoy beautiful Oman.



I didn’t take my telephone in the water so no photos of turtles.  Remind me to buy a Go Pro for underwater videos.

That is all for this trip. I have many more pictures and stories to tell so don’t be a stranger.


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