After breakfast my neice took us to visit another village, which is my favourite place in the whole of Oman for the kindness of its people. Obviously, my friends live here, right? We sat for coffee and dates, and lunch, and then my neice, excited by the rain took us for a drive to see the roads and wadis flooding.
The kids of course, loved it, no seatbelts, heads out the windows, being pelted by rain. Ah, Oman.

In the evening it is mishakeek (kebab) night and I was soooooooooooo looking forward to it because my husband always grills a nice stick of mishakeek. Alas, sadly, younger nieces were ever so proud of their mishakeek (made by eight year olds) that we had to eat that. After chewing for an hour we gave up and subsisted on a diet of cheese, Lebanese bread, and chips Oman.
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