It's taken me a full Omani working day (read: 10 hours... makes us in NZ seem like lazy slackers) to 'actually' book a flight. 6 Turkish coffees (yum), 3 cappuccino's (yuck) and the best ham I have eaten all year (probably because it's forbidden...) later, I am booked and confirmed to Singapore on Friday 5 December. It's a bit on the steep side, but the alternative was to take a leisurely stop in Mumbai. Fireworks and gunfire included. Personal security not.
Now to either change my existing flight from Singapore to Australia on Qwaaaantas, or cancel it and book a new flight, on a quality Arabian carrier (no, that's not an oxymoron). Decisions, decisions.
Anyway. I was about to rant about the hardships of traveling but when actually thinking about it (and not throwing my toys) it goes part and parcel with the whole 'experience'.
So I have 5 days to get in as much as I can... hopefully avoiding this wretched net cafe and it's photo swallowing computers. That's right. It ATE my photos. Well, not all of them, only a new uploadable set of a stunning sunset from above Qurum.
So unfortunately you lot won't get to see my latest excursion - geeking out with the Scientists in the Ghubra Bowl and the Mountain Village of Qoot. I'll rant at you sometime this week about it, once I've found a 'safer' computer.... and hopefully some nicer coffee.
I need to find something to do for my birthday too. I managed to find some 'contraband' in Gills cupboard. By 'contraband' I mean 'beer' and by 'some' I mean 'one'. So I'll be celebrating making it to my quarter century with a can of Heineken. Either that or sleep. Which is the more healthy alternative. And sadly sounds just as appealing, as much fun as I am.
Great. 25 years. And here lies the quarter-life-crisis.
I'll leave you with a photo of me and a new friend I've made - Skully. He's great. Except, he doesn't really talk much....
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Let me know if you'd like to catch up with an ex pat kiwi mate in Singapore. Good bunch.
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