Nizwa Souk Spices:
You have nice friends who come visit you. They lived in UAE (United Arab Emirates) a year ago, and they feel a certain nostalgia for the climate, ambience, lemon mint, hospitality, practice of the Arabic language ... They organize themselves at the weekend that you will spend together. So far, so good. You're just lying to 3 o'clock in the morning, after attempting to store the remains of the fiesta in their honor, combining clothing local people of the Gulf, and expats Sortables (those who are happy to be there whatever!)
So you leave with 2 cars to Nizwa. You know the route by heart, you are moved 35 times in 8 months in Nizwa. (See there , there , or to ,) arriving there, you continue to the pretty village of al MISFAT Abriyyin and then you loose your trusty steed. 
noise of tractor, first jump to a garage, you will leave triumphant and come back 20 minutes later, same noise, less patience. After a repair 
longer this time you can only do 3 miles. Meanwhile, friends have gone to MISFAT your eldest son who has visited 3 times with you, and once with his class. Later you learn that you should NEVER go through Nizwa town inhabited by djinn (yes, like in the cartoon by Michel Ocelot's "Azur et Asmar). Too bad, you've been warned. (This may be why after 5 days in the garage there, the car is still not repaired)
noise of tractor, first jump to a garage, you will leave triumphant and come back 20 minutes later, same noise, less patience. After a repair longer this time you can only do 3 miles. Meanwhile, friends have gone to MISFAT your eldest son who has visited 3 times with you, and once with his class. Later you learn that you should NEVER go through Nizwa town inhabited by djinn (yes, like in the cartoon by Michel Ocelot's "Azur et Asmar). Too bad, you've been warned. (This may be why after 5 days in the garage there, the car is still not repaired) Conclusion of this history : a day advance, I blew my candle on (engine).
asked to drink a coffee at one that Omani we know well, we take the opportunity to rent a car, let him who is our tractor from the garage, and we try to communicate with the wife who does not really speak English ...
little glimpse of good taste:
I blurred my face because I found this function today, have a blast! (Plus I have a happy bewilderment of the village, once again the djinn). Up there, I'm sitting on the "couches" in the ladies' lounge. (The male is furnished with a Louis XV lounge foil gilded wood, petit point, and pillows with fringes in brown crushed velvet with gold son in the frame ... mioum!) 
closer Admire the staircase: 
I have a preference for dating photo montage of a few years ago . Photoshop has a future, j'vous assured! 
Express Dinner and overnight at the hotel Al Diyar.
Souk memories, then spice bazaar: 
We reprennons road to Al Ayn, on the border between Oman and the Emirate of Abu Dhabi. 
Loose End of the first day.
The next morning, a small tower at the Nizwa souk. The souk animal friends have promised to place on Friday, it is Thursday ... then one goat Pea 
then we wander in the Souk vegetables
then we wander in the Souk vegetables Souk memories, then spice bazaar: We reprennons road to Al Ayn, on the border between Oman and the Emirate of Abu Dhabi. next issue: the border crossing organized by djinn ... you know the LEM??
immersion in "the place to be? 
Here we are. The wind from the ocean cools the tropical atmosphere. (The temperatures begin to rise seriously, at night, no longer falls below 25 ° C) 
Once again, our youngest is local girlfriends. They struggle to carry him to pinch his cheeks, kiss her tenderly, offer packages of candy and popcorn. He lets himself go bravely, and did not seem bothered by the heady scents with sandalwood fond of the fairer sex corner! 
After tasting the delicious cake made with yogurt by Alix (3 years, what talent!) for the birthday of late-in-her little brother, we decided to embark on a fishing boat to explore one of the small islands that we see the shore. 
We seek the fisherman who came to offer us a ride when we arrived the car park. Another intervenes, offers a lower price, tone them up. We board the boat first, we deposited a few hundred yards away on a small creek that seems deserted ... well, almost. Waste picnic precedents alongside crabs and pieces of coral failed. 
The place does not lack charm, and while we regret having forgotten masks and snorkels in the trunk of the car, so the water is clear. A school of fish near us amused. 
The sun begins to decline seriously. Our taxi was late seas. The children are already dreaming of spending a night here. 
But we must resolve to go back in Muscat. On returning, the moon is full and red! 
