“I simply remember my favourite things and then I don’t feeeeel, so bad…”



There are many things in life that cheer the soul: For one, watching a cracking storm, whilst tucked away safely on our doorstep, looking out into the darkness at zig-zag lines as they reach down their spindly fingers to try and touch us if they can. But we are too clever for them; we hide on the porch and merely record the event on our cell-phones.

That’s exactly what we did, except there was some lethargy when it came to splicing and editing the video for you to see. Instead, we present some picture stills. Should there ever be a spare five minutes in the hectic schedules that rule us these days, we may give you a youtube link where you can watch the storm in all its glory but for now, you’ll just have to settle for some second rate pictures:

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Goodness, it really was a display and a half and it was relentless for many hours. Better than any November 5th Guy Fawkes malarkey, I can tell you. And, it was FREE!

Scampi Delight!

Now, on to the other favourite things; continuing  the ocean theme and that which has been cooked and placed into the mouth for consumption:

‘Fish (and Seafood) I Have Mainly Eaten’

These five, enormous lads were delivered for a few loose coins of no significant value, such is their proliferation in these coastal parts. Good for me – not so good for them.

It can’t possibly get any better than that, can it! What a combination!

Scampi and Lightning.

Hurricane heading our way, details coming up – or maybe not… 

Cyclone Chapala Remains a Powerful Storm in the Arabian Sea; Rare Destructive Landfall Threat to Oman.Look who's coming to visit

Not wishing anyone ill, especially our good neighbourinoes down there in Yemen, but it looks like it’ll swing south and give us no more than a blustery day here – insha’Allah!

We’ll keep you posted.

“Go forth and mutilate fish.”


Continuing the highly acclaimed series:

‘Fish I Have Mainly Eaten’

I submit for your delectation, the following chaps (Naizer and Hallam – types of fish) who made the ultimate sacrifice to appear… on my plate; I thank you…


It almost seemed a shame to eat him, being colourful and all that, but he was dead anyway and if I didn’t cook him up to devour the soft, tasteless flesh, then somebody else would have so it was first come – first served with a wedge of lemon.

After a short interlude, whereby a number of other fish were sliced and diced including Tuna, Dover Sole, King Fish and half of a Norwegian Salmon, these two cheery chums made it to the limelight for their fifteen minutes of fame on this blog. Now, it was a toss up between filleting them with a pen knife or frying them whole and nibbling off the crispy flesh. Whatever was decided is of little consequence, suffice to say they sizzled in butter and presented themselves for consumption as one would expect in such circumstances.



As you can clearly see, for the purpose of a filling meal there was little hope however, for a sweet, succulent nibble, they were just the ticket.

Last week, whilst looking for interesting things to fry up and consume, I came across a number of Hammerhead Sharks lying on an icy slab. Can you eat Hammerheads? I suppose so as they were available. They were next to some regular sharks, baby ones by their size, and I was very tempted but thought better of it having remembered an unsavoury incident with a Dog-Fish a few years ago. Anyway, that’s for another time.

Until then,

Happy Chomping!

The Beauty is in the Walking


As promised, hot off the press, the much anticipated youtube link to the previous blog: You might even see some other hiker blogs as they take the same route with rucksacks, ski-sticks and all manner of trekking paraphernalia. No, not us! A sturdy pair of boots, a warm can of coke, experience of Dartmoor (for some) and we were off into the wilderness. No namby-pamby, designer bits and bobs for us. Real adventure is battling with nature and the elements with nothing more than your wits and a trusty Swiss Army Knife.

The video is a bit shaky in places but then it was a somewhat precarious journey. Enjoy!


“Chasing angels or fleeing demons, go to the mountains.”


Eid Mubarak!

It’s Eid time once again. This is the Eid where a sacrifice is the order of the day, usually an animal, despatched in recognition of the sacrifice that Mohammed was prepared to make, etc, etc. Being vegetarians ourselves, we carefully considered our options as, if you are an avid reader of this amazing blog you will already be aware, we have pretty much ‘done’ Oman in terms of adventurous travel. We have been as far North as it’s possible to go, travelled West to the edge of the Empty Quarter, East along the coastline, South to Salalah and visited an awful lot of places inbetween – mountains, villages, forts, wadis, springs, waterfalls, beaches, deserts and numerous malls.

Seeing how we didn’t want to cut the throat of an animal then put it underground to cook slowly before feasting on the succulent flesh (not all of us are vegetarians actually), we pondered as to what to do with our four day weekend. Of course, there is always domestic stuff to get out of the way but then we suddenly felt we should get out and about. Now, a long, long time ago we visited ‘The Grand Canyon’ of Oman and if you remember our blog about it, we said that we would return one day and traverse the rim of the canyon in order to find the Lost City of As Sab in the Nakhur Gorge of Jebel Shams. Actually, it is an abandoned village where a few families eked out an existence cut off from the outside world and no one even knew they were there until a few years ago. With a natural water supply, some terracing of land, goats and the other essentials for self-sufficiency, generations lived amongst the rocks and caves. Abandoned because, once discovered, the government declared that they could not possibly carry on living there so they moved them all into a condominium (block of flats) where it was deemed safe, sound and taxable (possibly). It seems rather a sad demise to what one can only think must have been a great existence away from the rest of the mad, mad world. So, how to tell our trekking story?

I thought that it would be easier to give a pictorial walk-through of our adventure. It all started with a three hour drive to ‘The Grand Canyon’ but the actual walk itself, across treacherous terrain with a real threat of falling off the side of the mountain, was a steady-paced four hour round trip and this allowed for a short lunch break and a rest here and there. Fine, fit young things could probably do it in two and a half or three hours but hey ho – jog on you young whipper-snappers you, we had a kid to drag along! The start was 2,000 metres above sea-level so the air was a tad thin and that is evident from my hard breathing which, you will be delighted to hear, you will shortly be able to experience once I have uploaded the video to Youtube. Even from the pictures the danger can be fully appreciated and with a wrong footing – it would be a bad end to a lovely day. The sheer drop down into the ‘Canyon’ would result in death or one helluva bad headache – the former most likely. As always, we let the one with the smallest legs take the lead and even wander about on her own if she chose to. It’s a lesson in life we reckon and she has survived to tell the tale and she’ll no doubt brag about it all when she’s a teenager. Fortunately, she doesn’t quite appreciate the real danger that she’s in half the time, which is nice and an endless source of amusement for us. So, off we go then, suitably hydrated and with sun hats tilted at a jaunty angle…

The 'off', fresh and full of energy...

The ‘off’, fresh and full of energy…


...2,000 metres high and into the mouth of the dragon...

…2,000 metres high and into the mouth of the dragon…


...stopping briefly to pose for a photograph before it all goes horribly wrong...

…stopping briefly to pose for a photograph before exhaustion takes a grip… (yes, that is the edge behind them with a sheer drop to certain death!)…


...the journey continues with an arduous trek ahead - if only we'd known...

…the journey continues with an arduous trek ahead – if only we’d known…


... then a short breather for a cheese sandwich and a drink...

… then a short breather for a cheese sandwich and a drink (yes, the sheer drop is a constant worry)…


...half way point and the abandoned village can be seen in the distance (mind that edge child!)...

…half way point and the abandoned village can be seen in the distance (mind that edge child!)…


...it'll make a great picture - let's stand on the edge of the mountain...

…it’ll make a great picture – let’s stand on the edge of the mountain…


...some neighbours to the abandoned village...

…the abandoned village…


...family photo for the album...

…family photo for the album…


...idyllic lifestyle away from the madding crowd..?

…idyllic lifestyle away from the madding crowd..?


...a fine des. res.

…a fine des. res.


...time to head back before the sun goes down...

…time to head back before the sun goes down and we have to negotiate the slippery slope back…



...easy does it, legs are tired and blood-sugar levels are dropping...

…easy does it, legs are tired, blood-sugar levels are dropping and the precipice is ever present…


...edging our way back to safety...

…edging our way back to safety…


...a breather before the last push home.

…a breather before the last push home. Now where’s that path gone..?


All’s well that ends well. A marvellous day trekking, especially as we made it safe and sound. A short video of the adventure is forthcoming, just to give you a taste of what danger is really all about.

‘Til then, check this out:

See ya real soon!






“All men are equal before fish.”



Hot off the press, or straight out of the frying pan, whichever way you want to look at it; dripping in unhealthy butter, fried to perfection with some crispy bits around the edge, this little beauty was pure heaven. Not very surprising as that’s where he probably is right now. Oh, so tasty and what a colourful chap too!

Shaam Silver Bream

Shaam Silver Bream

Mmmm! Fish I have mainly eaten…

As soon as the editing suite is available, a rare treat – driving home in one almighty dust storm. Coming to a PC near you soon…

“Don’t assume that every fin you see belongs to a dolphin!”



For a birthday treat and by way of recompense for some hard work thus far; it was decided that we should all head for a plush hotel and enjoy a weekend of generally laying about and doing very little, sitting around a pool being waited on hand and foot. Now, our usual haunt has slipped down our table of all-time favourites recently, as reported on Trip Advisor, so a new leisure industry recipient was needed. No less than we deserve, of course, we headed for the The Al Bustan Palace (a Ritz-Carlton hotel) only a half hour drive away down the coast.

Built some 30 years ago to host a GCC conference, the hotel is very much a resort and a fine, luxury one at that. Some stunning pools, secluded gardens and a private, golden sand beach, this is just what we needed but more importantly, just what we deserved.

come on in, the water's cool!

come on in, the water’s cool!

The hotel is lavish although, for the sake of at least one complaint, the bed was a little too soft for our liking. Perfection doesn’t come easy in our book. Nevertheless, it was all that it should have been and probably a little bit more at that. The food was pretty darn good too. The lamb chops were simply to die for! (me only on that account).

A step inside

A step inside the reception lounge

In light of recent events, that being our Japanese fighting fish expiring whilst we were in the UK. We took to the open seas in order to observe fish in their natural habitat, as opposed to my chopping board or the plastic aquarium (check next blog for the former!).

YES! We know that dolphins are not fish, they’re mammals of course, so we booked to see them in their natural surroundings. As much as I wanted a fishing rod in one hand and a cool beer in the other, it was not going to be that sort of trip so off we set with Captain Ahab in search of things that live in the salty sea. The charge for this morning trip was most reasonable and a lot less than any of the U.K. attractions for which we have recently been ripped off. It wasn’t too long before a welcoming party of inquisitive dolphin types, bottle-nose probably, came up close to investigate and entertain. As they frolicked and played, we oohed! and ahhhed! and took some photos. What else is there to do on a dolphin watching trip? We perched ourselves up on the pointy end of the boat and presented our foreheads and noses to the morning sun in order to receive our second degree burns.

A couple of the, usually elusive, creatures.

A couple of cheeky mammals.

We steamed ahead and circled for a while and the dolphins remained curious enough to get up nice and close for our viewing pleasure, plus the odd snapshot.

Flipper! Is that you?

Flipper! Is that you?

Curiosity didn’t last long though and they soon took off to playgrounds new. Captain Barnacles, not wanting to disappoint these particular tourists, took off after them and soon we were in hot pursuit of the now elusive creatures. No matter how hard they tried to outrun us though, Captain Pugwash’s twin 350 Yamahas were no match for them – not until they dived below the surface and we could no longer see them that is. I think they were toying with us but hey ho, it’s their prerogative – what with them being the more intelligent of the creatures among us.

It was about right anyway as too much of a good thing becomes less special otherwise. To fill the remaining thirty minutes of our morning tour, Captain Kidd decided to cool down our faces with a blast of cooling sea air so he released the remaining horses from the twin monsters attached to the rear of the boat and we took off at high speed with legs still straddled either side of the bowsprit.

With the wind in our hair – eruptions came later as the knots needed brushing out – we took in the sights of the coastline and if you have little to do with your cold, wet and miserable autumnal evenings, you can do no better than to spend ten minutes of your valuable time watching this actual sea journey on youtube. Why, here’s the link for you right now:


a view

a view

All in all, it was immense fun and with a whole day lazing around a fabulous infinity pool still to look forward to (with a little man bringing chilled fruit on a stick to your poolside sun- lounger), well, it’s just what the doctor ordered.

From amongst the thousands of fan emails to this much lauded and highly acclaimed blog, it seems that another family photograph is deeply desired by you all so, here it is, another for the family album.

It just gets better and better and better! As we approach the start of Year 4 out here, we reflect and wonder as to where the time has gone? And in case you are wondering as to any deviation from our main purpose – rest assured, we remain, ON HOLIDAY FOREVER!

On another note, here are Japanese George the fighting fish’s replacements. Long may they swim.

New kids on the wet-block

New kids on the wet-block

That’s pretty much it then. Don’t forget, coming right up after this commercial message from our sponsors, more in the enlightening series; ‘FISH I HAVE MAINLY EATEN.’

It’s worth waiting for, so stay tuned…

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