“Everything is octopusied.”


Another uneventful week drifts by and were it not for the creatures of the sea, I might well have gone mad, or even starved to death.


Only a little chap but big on wow! factor. Sliced, diced and tossed in salt and pepper flour, fried in butter, he was very, very tasty indeed.


And he remained fairly attractive, up until the end anyway.


Now what?

The wait is long but the dream does not end.


Just like you, we thought we would be somewhere else right now; in some far flung place that is a dot on the map where tourists have yet to muddy the path. Sadly,

We’re sat right here just waiting for the next thing to happen so we can up sticks and move on. To where? We don’t know but we expect it to be sometime soon. Whilst waiting, there are still a few things to be getting on with, like experimenting with fish…

Yellow Fin Tuna (deceased)

Yellow Fin Tuna (deceased)

I tend to put the fork in the picture, like a forensic detective has one of those black and white markers, to give an indication of scale. Is Yellow Fin one word or two? Yellowfin – Yellow Fin – Arghhh! You decide. Suffice to say, he/she/it was jolly delicious all stirred into a pasta bake.

Still with nothing to do, it was decided to entertain a dozen lads for lunch. Big, chunky chaps they were too…

Giant scampi

Giant scampi

Oh! Silly me. The lads WERE the lunch – guffaw!

The fishmonger said they were scampi but not as we know it, me thinks. I’m sure they’re just enormous prawns. Whatever they were, tossed in the frying pan with some fresh garlic, they slid down a treat. The only thing missing there was a chilled bottle of Chardonnay.

And still, there was nothing to do.

As you may have seen, there has been so much free time that another book has appeared, and there’s one in the pipeline too.

Please do have a look at the website because it took me a lot of time to fiddle with the darn thing to get it to work and I had to pay for the domain name so, the least you can do is visit it – okay? (Feel free to buy a copy!).  www.rowntreetravis.com

Well, it’s short and sweet because, if I haven’t mentioned it already, we’re just waiting for something to happen.

Tum, te, tum, te tum…


“Well, limbo is not a good place to be.”


Ramadan Kareem!

We live in a strange world of limbo. We are moving on but remain static and none of it is of our own volition. However, things carry on as normal; exotic foods, especially from the sea and things to get done before the winter!

Tasty in Garlic

Tasty in Garlic

Work was recently at university where it was nice to see that the segregation of the sexes was still strong; even stair wells were designated according to one’s gender.

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Girls to the left, boys anywhere you like!

Girls to the left, boys anywhere you like!

In fact, there is also a healthy degree of sexism, racism and probably every other ‘ism’ that you can think of, all alive and well and having no adverse effects on this society at least.

I particularly like the idea of leaving all those dating problems to the parents to sort out. What could possibly go wrong?


Taking off on adventures is generally curtailed this time of year. It is Ramadam so all food outlets are shut until dark and it is an arrestable offence to be seen drinking or eating in public (and that includes chewing gum, really!). We’re used to it now so we just hide indoors for the duration of this holy month. Anyway, it’s too darn hot to be outside as temperatures soar to above 50 degrees fairly regularly, although it’s been a little cooler of late.

Even if we were inclined to venture out, we are at a loss as to where we could go that we haven’t been already. With hand on heart we can honestly say we have seen more of Oman than most Omani people; we have been as far south as you can go, down to Salalah and towards the Yemeni border (not too close as there are kids with real guns loitering at the border), as far east as we can – to Masirah Island, then along the coastline and as far north, as when we visited Musandam. We have driven to the west and into the Empty Quarter. We have traversed most of the spectacular wadis, crossed the desert, climbed every mountain (I feel a song coming on here) ford every stream, followed every rainbow… well, you get the idea. We’ve shopped till we dropped at the lavish Malls and that’s about it. What more is there to do here? A trip to our favourite, five star hotel must be on the books fairly soon though. As per previous posts, we wait to depart this land but a little bit of red tape seems to have entwined itself around our ankles and we are, at this moment in time, unable to break free. Idle hands make…

Well, fruit sitting on the dividing wall in the office.

Tuesday is fruit day at work and a healthy selection of healthy consumables is delivered free to all employees. It is a brilliant idea except, it comes packed in an enormous polystyrene container, with lid!  Eat healthy and pollute the world, eh? It would appear that things weren’t quite thought through on that one. In fact, it is indicative of most things of late…

Next month will be the anniversary of the sad passing (from previous post) and if you have no clue as to what I am referring, it matters not. If you would like to know, then I urge you to buy a copy of ‘living IN A DREAM’ by Rowntree Travis, which you can find on Amazon, or visit Rowntreetravis.com for more details.

This weekend, when it gets dark, we will be off to a little part of Africa for some amazing grub that is spicy, unusual and somewhat pricey. It’s just like the real place, save the internal conflict, famine, disease and oppressive regime.

Savannah BBQ

Savannah BBQ

And, just quickly, for all you dads out there (as well as single mums that have the dual role) have a share of mine.


Where and when the next blog will be written I cannot say for sure. Every day brings as many disappointments as it does promises.

I trust, for the sake of sanity, those of you who were eligible voted to LEAVE the madness of the European Union.

Rule Britannia!

Until who knows when we’ll meet again,

Someday soon,


“There are no uninteresting things, only uninterested people.”



As we await to hear of pastures new, the other side of the fence where the grass appears to be greener, let me introduce you to:

‘living IN A DREAM’ by my good-self, with the pseudonym Rowntree Travis, is a novel AND a play. This is the second book from the Rowntree Stable and a corker it is too. It’s as cheap as chips, available to download for under £2 and if you fancy the paperback, it’s priced so that postage is free; I’ll even sign it for you next time we meet.

They’re available on the link below or click on the book covers (although the paperback is being re-priced so is unavailable for a little while).


Spread the word and Enjoy!

P.S. And if you know me, you’ll recognise an awful lot.

CAUTION: Anything you say may be taken down and used in my next book!

“I don’t just wish you rain, beloved – I wish you the beauty of storms.”



The thing about living in the desert, or what was once the desert but is now a collection of high-rise apartments and shopping malls, is that one expects glorious sunshine every day. Before we got here, there were stories of it not having rained for some four years however, since then, it seems the rainy weather has become more and more frequent. Goodness! Barely a week goes by now without some rain, which can be drizzle or a deluge causing flash floods, incredible lightning storms and thunder, high winds, dust storms or very cloudy/overcast days. The temperature drops to the mid-twenties Celsius and we don’t mind admitting it, it feels a tad chilly at times.

Another storm rolling in

Another storm rolling in

Here you have the Grand Mosque and we live a little way behind it.

We wonder, is it a sign?

Are we being told to up sticks and move on?

We kinda think so…