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Renault Roaming

Italy -- Croatia - ?
All in my little Red Renault Trafic
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  • Rocky Road

    1 de março de 2020, Tanzânia ⋅ ☁️ 30 °C

    Stone Town is the UNESCO World Heritage listed part of the capital and a maze of small alleys like every other old town in the world. Could easily be Andalucia except for the young girls having lunch beside the road.
    Most of the town was built in the 19th century when Zanzibar was one of the most important trading centres in the Indian Ocean region. The coraline rock of Zanzibar was a good building material but it is also easily eroded and many houses are falling apart. Thanks to UNESCO they are gradually being fixed up and a theme park developed.
    Really, this is just a bit of quasi-cultural voyeurism for sweaty tourists looking to spend a couple of weeks on one of the delightful beaches, It is easy to avoid Tanzanian poverty by not venturing into the interior except perhaps on an air-conditioned tour of one of the clove or cinnamon plantations.
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  • Deja view

    1 de março de 2020, Tanzânia ⋅ ☀️ 26 °C

    When the taxi took me into the dark streets behind the fishing port, I was a little concerned about the standard of the cheap hotel I had found on booking.com
    In fact it was a wonderfully decorated old building that could have been a 1970's hippy hangout in Holland.
    I went up to the rooftop in the evening and found this terrace. There was a counter but no bar which surprised me as they would have made a fortunefrom its location.
    On my way to bed I was waylaid by a charming young Polish couple who insisted I join them for some Bacardi. How could I refuse. She was a gospel singer earning her living selling photovoltaic panels in a tiny, unpronounceable town in Poland and her friend Simon worked in Gloucester for Amazon. It was his 33rd birthday and they had gone to the roof expecting to find company to help celebrate, instead they found me and we had a jolly chat about life and philosophy at the postgraduate level as only a litre of duty-free rum can invoke.
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  • Malindi Art

    1 de março de 2020, Tanzânia ⋅ 🌙 23 °C

    The bar did open in the morning - for breakfast. A plate of fruit and an omelette accompanied by a pot of tea with milk on the side were all included in the 30,000 TSh room price. The shared bathrooms did not alter my appreciation of my first good brekky, the value for money and the amazing decorations. Some of the artwork, made from recycled materials and all usable, was inspired and every square inch of wall was covered in A3 sized prints and photographs from a variety of sources. Had to be seen to be believed ...Leia mais

  • Artistes

    1 de março de 2020, Tanzânia ⋅ ⛅ 31 °C

    Even though Zanzibar is known as the Spice Island, the Spice Girls were not its most famous offspring.

    The greatest man, at least for my generation, was Farrokh Bulsara, the son of Parsi Indian parents. He used to live in this house, or maybe not as there is more than one claimant to associative prestige. The Zanzibar Revolution in 1964 encouraged the family to flee to Middlesex, where he continued to live until dying of complications due to aids.

    Bend the knee respectively for I speak of Royalty; the Queen, and in particular Freddy Mercury.

    Another famous building is the Majestic Theater; apparently the first flick shack in Africa. Again, the story is a little light on details: some say the original burnt down and this is a replica, or maybe just a new building. At any rate, it is now reduced to replaying football matches on a projection TV.

    BTW Zanzibar is also renowned for the Doors, more of that later.
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  • Entrancing

    1 de março de 2020, Tanzânia ⋅ 🌧 27 °C

    Not too musical but a mere 400,000 TSh will get you a carved Door, though for that price it will be more like a nick on the edge than anything like these ones.

    The four-fold doors with an pair adjacent are common and still in use. They are known as Gujarati doors because the Indian lads used to open a shop with 4-fold doors, living at the back of the shop. As business improved they built a second story accessed by the adjacent dual door entrance for their wives and children. Though maybe the wives and children came first and then the second floor. Nobody seems to know and I know how frustrating it must be not to be informed of these details. Sorry about that.Leia mais

  • Captivity

    1 de março de 2020, Tanzânia ⋅ 🌧 26 °C

    "We must find new lands from which we can easily obtain raw materials and at the same time exploit the cheap slave labor that is available from the natives of the colonies. The colonies would also provide a dumping ground for the surplus goods produced in our factories." [Cecil Rhodes]

    “Captivity is the greatest of all evils that can befall one.” » Miguel de Cervantes

    Slavery has always existed in various forms and even the Roman Seneca the Younger wrote “Slavery takes hold of few, but many take hold of slavery.”
    The East African slave trade was funneled to the markets in Zanzibar, (although there were several others on the mainland,) partly because there was already a well established trading route run by Omani Arabs up the coast. In the 10th Century many slaves were sent to Iraq to fight in wars there, but by the 19th C the enormous numbers required to work in the cinnamon & clove plantations inspired several tribal groups to prey on each other.
    All of the main racial groups were involved in the slave trade in some way or other. French and Portugese used slaves in their plantations in the Indian Ocean islands (Martinique, Reunion etc), and Africans captured and sold prisoners taken in battle, or just kidnapped them. (The British developed the Western, Atlantic routes which competed for heads.)
    There was a fate worse than slavery: when there was a glut of potential slaves the Doe tribe north of Bagamoyo enjoyed eating the ‘excess supplies’.
    The trip down to the coast -often 1000 km - was unpleasant and an astonishing number died. One would imagine that the slavers would look after their assets but they were marched enormous distances daily on a bowl of gruel with a log around their necks or carrying enormous quantities of ivory. Any that couldn't make it were disposed of unceremoniously. Then, when they were near Zanzibar, the traders decided whether it was worth paying the tax or duty on each person: if not they were murdered on the beach.
    In Stone Town they were kept in various cellars such as the one photographed. Stuffy and claustrophobic, after an average of 3 days in here the weakest collapsed and were chucked on the beach to die. The rest were taken up to the market and apparently flogged on the spot where the Anglican Church's altar now stands; to increase their sale value if they didn't cry out. (I suspect this is a bit of hyperbole for the tourists but then, it wouldn't surprise me.) After all that, being sold must have seemed a minor problem for, whilst plantation life was certainly rough, domestic life was better than they might have had previously.
    One testimony in the exhibition on the site of the old slave markets, is from a woman who was accused of being someone's slave and managed to prove her manumission to the magistrate. She was awarded a sum of money and when asked what use she would make of the cash, said that she would buy a slave.
    Another celebrity was Salme (1824-1924), the daughter of Omani Sultan Sayeed Said (d. 1856) and a Circassian concubine from the Caucasus Mountains of Russia who was part of the his harem. She eloped with a German merchant, changed her name to Emily Ruete and wrote "Memoirs of an Arabian Princess from Zanzibar" about her life.
    Many women were suria, which was a state of slavery for them but not their children. This has resulted in a rich and varied gene pool in Zanzibar, often in particularly attractive people.
    In 1822, the Omani Arabs signed the Moresby treaty which made it illegal for them to sell slaves to Christian powers. After helping to convince Sultan Barghash of Zanzibar to abolish the trade on 6th June 1873, (in the usual British Diplomatic way,) the Royal Navy enforced the agreement by patrolling the waters and intercepting any dhows with human cargo.
    Interestingly, the good Anglican sailors deliberately attributed the trade in its entirety to heathen Mohammedans. In fact, the richest trader was the infamous Tippu Tip (1837-1905) otherwise known as Hamed bin Mohammed, who was African. Usually though, it was the Africans who collected and the Arabs who divested.
    Despite the best efforts of HM Navy, and numerous photos of rugged matelots lofting liberated and wriggling brown babies into the air, (one can rely on the British shoulder for innocent propaganda,) the trade continued, particularly on the mainland. Slaving was illegal but existed openly until Britain defeated the Germans in the First World War.
    Freedom was not all it cracked up to be, even when the illiterate and often isolated plantation slaves finally understood what it meant that they were free. Some slaves had even been allowed to save a little money they made for their owner and buy property: on manumission they lost the land. Worse, they could not stay on the plantation as squatters and had to leave, becoming vagrants and thus subject to imprisonment and hard labour. The British authorities were concerned about keeping the now government owned plantations running and offered minimal wages to ex-slaves to continue working. Restricted land rights and a compulsory hut tax made sure they never escaped.
    Thus the modern system of slavery was introduced. It has grown in the 21stC in every country of the world to somewhere between 21 to 36 million people. That is more than the number of slaves seized during the entire African slave trade. The International Labour Organisation has put the value of slave labour output at 150 billion USD annually. This includes bonded labour, forced labour, child slavery, early or forced marriage as well as descent based slavery.
    In the news over the past few days, the Australian Strategic Policy Institute revealed that the Uighurs were being captured and made to work as prisoners for multinational companies in China. They are an Islamic people of Turkic origin whom the Chinese Communist Party portrays since 9/11 as auxiliaries of al-Qaeda. Without any evidence. But that didn't stop the US locking 20 of them in Guantanamo Bay for years without being charged with any offence. We don't really care about them of course, (we care about big Brand names being tarnished and wasting all that advertising money,) but still it is slavery.

    “The distinguishing sign of slavery is to have a price, and to be bought for it.” [John Ruskin]
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  • Farewell

    1 de março de 2020, Tanzânia ⋅ 🌧 25 °C

    A day was plenty to trek round the whole of Stone Town, another World Heritage site that is being prettified for voyeurs. There was one museum I wanted to visit but it was closed for reparation so there wasn't all that much to see other than the allies and buildings.
    On the other hand ... ... ... there are different fingers. If one was after a nice couple of weeks break on a beach, with the option of a little bit of site seeing to break up the time, this is just the place. A day in Stone Town on arrival, off to the beaches and a day visiting plantations in the centre. Perfect.
    This International Airport also keeps travellers waiting in the sun for 40 minutes before allowing them through the x-ray machines and into the lounge to grovel before the check-in chicks. As usual only empty water-bottles are admitted past them: then it is straight through immigration to this grotty little departure lounge. [I dream of making an airline security officer demonstrate how to mix two 100ml bottles of liquid ingredients to create an explosive whilst sitting on a vibrating chair. Can't be done. The mixer provokes an exothermic reaction and gets burnt. Governments invent a possible disaster and say they are taking all measures to prevent its occurrence. Then when it doesn't happen they say that it is because of their actions! Brilliant politics and a bloody nuisance when the tap water is not drinkable and bottled water is sold at a premium] A tourist shop posing as a duty free and one snack counter offering drinks at 4 times the normal rate is the sum total of facilities. And there is no money exchange leaving the country.
    3 aircraft were scheduled to leave at around the same time, so the room was absolutely stuffed and the fans moved the hot stale air around without cooling anyone. When an airline employee opened an outside door there was a surge towards it that made the staff visibly nervous, but they too welcomed some air circulation. I waited until one flight left to take the photo, just so you can see the size.
    Agh. Africa.
    BTW the National Anthem for Tanzania is called “Mungu Ibariki Afrika.” If your Swahili is any good you will know this means “Nkosi Sikelel’ iAfrika” in Xhosa. Originally an African liberation song composed by Enoch Sontonga, South Africa adopted it for its own National Anthem in 1997, and Zimbabwe also claims it.
    "God Bless Africa"; 3 countries; 1 song. Can't sum it up better myself.
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  • Arabia Felix

    2 de março de 2020, Omã ⋅ 🌙 24 °C

    Francois Le Gouz de Boullaye noted in his log "... on the 29th March [1648] we arrived within sight of Muscat, a city of Arabia Felix"; so named by the Romans who called it "Happy" because they believed it was a "blessed land shrouded in mystery & legend, whose peoples had amassed great fortunes by trading spices and aromatics."
    Frenchy Frank must have been virtually on the beach for as early as the 2nd-century Ptolemy had mentioned a ‘concealed harbour’ on the coast here but the settlement’s location, surrounded on three sides by mountains, made it all but inaccessible from the land. Indeed, the supposed original settlers, Arab tribes from Yemen, almost certainly approached from the sea.
    In the 13th C the ever helpful Iraqi geographer, Ibn Al Mujawir, disclosed that "the origin of the name is 'maskat. It is the port for trading with Sohar. The vessels coming from India, Zanziba and the North used to anchor in Maskat." Muscat -Maskat I never would have guessed.
    Muscat became the capital of Oman in 1793. All that is known about its early history is that it grew into a small port by the 14th and 15th C. From then it starting trading, especially with British Indiamen. The Portuguese took over in 1507 but lost it back to the Omanis by 1650 when they ceased to be a power in the area. The French had a go afterwards, but the Omani Sultan played thm off against the British, with whom Oman since then has had a partnership.
    By the 1970's , when an RMS Sandhurst cadet called Kaboosh bin Said bin Taimur graduated and took over the position of Sultan of Oman, Muscat was still a tiny and isolated town stretched along 800m of beach between Al Jalali and Al Mirani forts. There were 2 primary schools and a hospital linked to the 7 km asphat road. A landing strip for light aircraft and a port for small boats complete the infrastructure.
    The revered Sultan died on Jan 9th. I cannot say whether knowledge of my impending arrival was a factor; but he had just returned from a medical visit to Europe. In his time he managed to build the country into a significant player in the Gulf. The country has 200km of coast from UA Emirates to Yemen and covers 3900 sq km. He achieved this by skillfully playing off the major powers against each other and using his national income, primarily gas, to leverage some debt which allowed him to invest in modernisation and install English squre pin plugs everywhere. They are still a poor, indebted country though.
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  • Flagged for gawpers

    3 de março de 2020, Omã ⋅ 🌙 24 °C

    Though not so poor that they couldn't give the Sultan a nice house. Built in 1972, the Al Alam Palace (“Flag Palace”), is the most important of 6 royal residences dotted around Muscat, Salalah and Sohar. One might think it was a film set for a Hollywood cartoon epic, but I am assured it is "Oman’s most flamboyant example of contemporary Islamic design, with two long wings centred on a colourful, cube-like central building, its flat, overhanging roof supported by extravagantly flared blue and gold columns".
    The palace was built on the site of the old British Embassy. The gos is that any slave who could reach and touch the flagpole in the front yard gained their freedom.
    The living quarters are discretely spread over an acre or two adjacent to the colourful focus, and the long marble approach is bordered by marble government buildings, like the Ministry of Finance.
    The palace isn’t open to the public.
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  • Left fort

    4 de março de 2020, Omã ⋅ 🌙 23 °C

    Perched on a rocky hill the larger of the 2 Portuguese forts overlooking the Royal Palace in the centre of the bay is Al Mirani Fort, which features in many 19th C lithographs of romantic naval engagements..
    Also known as Al Gharbiya Fort, Al Mirani protects the western approaches to the palace. The story goes that the Portuguese commander fell in love with the daughter of a Hindu merchant who supplied the garrison. This man was opposed to the match on religious grounds and was consequently threatened with Portuguese diplomacy. So he spent the next year preparing for the wedding, for which he persuaded the fort Commander to restock all the fort's supplies with fresh produce. Having removed the gunpowder and food in 1649, and before he had a chance to replace them,his chum, Sultan bin Saif retook the defenseless fort. And so the wedding did not eventuate and shortly afterwards the Portuguese left.
    Its still garrisoned so not open to the public.
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  • Right fort

    4 de março de 2020, Omã ⋅ 🌙 22 °C

    Also known as Ash Sharquiya Fort, Al Jalali stands to seaward of the palace on the East side over older, Arab foundations.. Some say that the fort’s name origin is "Al Jalal", meaning "great beauty", while others say the name is that of the Persian leader “Jalal Shah". When you decide which is more likely, reflect that the Portuguese built it in 1580.
    As you can see in the photo, the structure of this fort differs from left fort in that it has 2 main towers and a wall with canon holes. Access is limited to the protected stairway and bridge. So difficult to take and according to the Tourist Bureau a "perfect for protecting the palace."
    But, if it is difficult for people to get up into the fort it must also be difficult for soldiers to fight heir way down. And if their job is to protect the palace, they would need to come down to earth as they could not fire their canons into the palace - if they wanted to save it. So, go figure!
    The last 2 pictures are of the Police Station in Old Muscat. Government buildings all are designed as square forts.
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  • Gated communities

    5 de março de 2020, Omã ⋅ 🌙 21 °C

    The city gates remained resolutely locked and bolted against the outside world until 1970. Then Sultan Qaboos had a hole driven through the walls so that he and his citizens could drive their newly acquire Land Rovers and Rollers into town.
    All sorts of stuff flowed in, and Muscat spilled out along the adjacent coast.
    For many years the city gates continued to be locked on time every evening, despite the hole in the wall, until the gates were replaced with the archway seen today. Regrettably the ceremony was discontinued, unlike that famous one in the Tower of London, "The Keys".
    Another gate is known as the Rose Garden owing to the cascade of plants down its flank. Other than that it has and never had any purpose that I could discover.
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  • Something corny?

    8 de março de 2020, Omã ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C

    From Muscat to Muttrah, where the Cruise Ships used to dock until Corona stopped being a beer, is a pleasant 3 km walk along the Corniche.
    Nothing is open but then, there is very little that attracts closer inspection other than mushroom-like Riyam Park Watchtower (inspired by an incense burner,) that looks like it ought to have a good view and a coffee.
    3 dolphins evaded the fish market shining white behind them but still were frozen - in a show of delight.
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  • The real port, I hear you muttrah.

    8 de março de 2020, Omã ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C

    This is the home port of the Royal Yacht, al Said or something like that, that came in to berth after I took this picture. But it was a bit disappointing, smaller than the yacht of the Dubai Sultan's sister it would have only grudgingly been admitted to Monaco.
    The fort was another Portuguese folly, built in 1580 and never used in anger. It provides a good vantage point to survey Muttrah and its harbour.
    Despite the elevated prices, I could not resist dining at one of the waterfront cafes when I saw Peanut Crusted Hamour Fish on their menu. "A chef special seafood dish freshly collected Hamour fillets baked to flaky perfection and coated with a delicious combination of citrus flavours, peanuts, parsley and garlic." Nothing flaky about it: it was delicious and the fish was fresh and not over-cooked. I copied this down as a reminder that life is not only beans / corn, beans / ugali and beans / rice every day, morning midday and evening.
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  • Souqued in

    8 de março de 2020, Omã ⋅ ☀️ 26 °C

    Wanting a drink, I asked an old local fella where I could find a supermarket. He directed me thinking I had asked him where to find the "souq or market."

    Plonked down at the opposite end of the bay, blocking access to the tangle of historic Shiite residential houses in Al-Lawataya, this is themed shopping mainly for the cruise boat tourists who take a taxi the 1.5 km from their ship to an "original Arab souq" pleasantly updated with a timber roof and aircon.

    The shops sell perfume (the original Oud Spice if I am not mistaken,) and wooden Omani boxes, daggers and clothing, though I only saw Westerners in the shops. Indian spices and textiles, Iranian handicrafts, Egyptian plastic and Chinese toys can also be found in abundance though I saw none being sold. A large area is devoted to selling gold and golden artifacts of dubious quality: dubious because many Indians and Pakistani's like to invest in gold so they buy by weight; any excessive workmanship would be completely wasted.

    Fortunately, I am travelling light and have no space for trinkets. Otherwise I was quite taken by the camel with an illuminated hump. Some of the wooden artifacts, (like the recently fabricated antique "mandoos" or wedding chests from the Hajar mountains,) were quaint, or as an interior designer might say, eclectic; have to pass on them though as Australian customs won't let them into the country.
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  • Quick draw - or not?

    9 de março de 2020, Omã ⋅ ⛅ 23 °C

    A prize for the first person who can figure out how to draw the knife from the J shaped sheath. Its worn stuffed down the front of the dishdash so I can imagine why the curve leads away from the vital parts but ...

    I found this ceremonial dagger - Khanjar - in Bait Fransa; another old refurbished traditional house, this time recording the exploits of the French in Oman. Mostly manuscripts and a few items of general interest.

    The old wedding chest served as a model for many found in the souq and the costumes are remarkably varied given that nowadays only black is to be seen.
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  • Not Ruwing the day

    10 de março de 2020, Omã ⋅ ☀️ 22 °C

    I found a cheap hotel-apartment on booking .com which was very good value. Large double bed, bathroom with a bath + hot running water, and a kitchenette. Enough to make me forget Africa.

    Another plus that I had not realised before: its in Ruwi, Ruwi is known as "Little India" and is the commercial and Mwasalat bus hub for Greater Muscat. The buses leave from here pretty regularly and one can get off at any of the bus stops. Getting back is a not so obvious though, as the drivers are hell bent on getting home and often do not stop where they should. Thanks to some Pakistani labourers who showed me the ropes, minibuses run the same route and can be hailed for the same price.

    The place is full of cheap Indian and Pakistani restaurants run by and for the impported labour force, which is 35% of the population. Most of the ones I have come across are from Bangladesh.
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  • House by the Irrigation Ditch

    10 de março de 2020, Omã ⋅ ☀️ 23 °C

    40 years ago there was nothing here except the Bait al-Falaj fort, built by Sayyid Said bin Sultan in 1845 as a summer home and named for the pure waters of the falaj running nearby. (In English it translates as "House by the Irrigation Ditch" which somehow seems to lose a little of the magic.) Rough, tough and narrow roads lead from Old Muscat to the plateau, heading South and South-East. A passage West leads to the Al Battinah and Al Dakhiliah regions. Its strategic location soon drew the attention of the military and an airport- the first airport in Oman - was constructed in 1929 to serve as a civilian airport. It had a a dirt track landing strip and asphalt aircraft parking as well as a communication Centre, Customs Office and a maintenance shed. It seems to have been used principally by the Petroleum Development Oman Company, flying between Muscat and oil exploration fields in Fahud, Qarn Al Alam and other locations.
    In 1988 His Majesty Sultan Qaboos Bin Said, "reviver of the glories of Oman and the leader of its blessed renaissance", graciously inaugurated the Sultan's Armed Forces Museum in this fort. Only 15 mins walk from my hotel, I popped over for a squiz being assured that it was not all weaponry. And it wasn't, there was a well laid out series of rooms describing Oman's past and of course, the triumphant glories of the Omani Military.

    Nostalgia! Land Rovers, Saracens, Ferrets and assorted vehicles brought back my time in the TAVR at uni. They also had a power dhow for surreptitious patrols of the Persian Gulf.
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  • Foot Pawn

    11 de março de 2020, Omã ⋅ ☀️ 25 °C

    Platform shoes never really went out of fashion did they. From the 13C to the 1970's people wobbled around avoiding the ordure swirling around beneath them. So these are Qrhaf or Qubqab, Japanese stile clogs made in Oman for going to the bathroom. Why a pawn I could not determine, though clearly supposed to fit between one's toes.

    The Bait Al Zubair Museum, (and guess what ... ... it was converted from a restored 1930's trad house,) in Old Muscat is a very fine one and full of stuff. It houses the largest, private collection of Omani artifacts in the country. Founded in 1914 as a private family residence by His Excellency Mohammad Al Zubair’s father, Sheikh Al Zubair bin Ali, Bait Al Zubair was turned into a museum in 1998.

    Two sections described how men and women tied and wore their garments, One room had models of the main forts in Oman and another the artisanal techniques used, (for example the Akhdar method of making Rose-water.)

    While the main building was pretty full of visitors, I discovered another building housing a mini-theatre / cinema that was completely empty of people. There were 4 levels of artworks on show, and I was impressed by the quality of the work by well known Omani painters. Why they languished in isolation I could not explain but took full advantage of the peace. I was surprised by the works only because I expected a gallery full of paint chucked on walls and other 'iconic' masterpieces with names like "oiled pigments gliding organically down weaved cotton" (cf Museum of Modern Art in Sydney and many other cities.) Instead I could appreciate good technique in various styles even if some of the artistic vision was beyond my myopic reach (even with my specs on).

    Omani music is big on rhythm, combining Arab beats with African. Owing to its location on the Arabian Peninsula, it has been influenced by Indian, Portuguese, Yemeni, Iranian and even Tanzanian traditions. There are more than 130 traditional forms from different local regions. One of the instruments used is the tambura, also called fann at-tanbura or nuban; a six-string device that looks like it should be played with the drum at the top. Drawing its influence from Africa, the strings called 'khiyut' are beaten with a horn.
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  • Guns and Goats

    11 de março de 2020, Omã ⋅ ☀️ 25 °C

    The hound is actually decorating the butt of an old, Omani matchlock musket, (called Abufathila / Fatiyalah or "Father of the Match). The teeth are real: perhaps Master wanted Fido to hunt with him forever after he past away and certainly he forgot about recoil. In Islam males are not allowed to wear jewelry but are allowed weapons, which consequently have become "jewels". Perhaps that is one reason that the male version of the kohlpot, (used to blacken the eyes, is shaped like a gun cartridge.

    The incense burner and old wooden door need to explanation and won't get one: the funny goats in front of the dhow beside the art gallery also won't get one. I have no idea except to note that there were many goats scattered around, each one differently coloured and signed by a different person.
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  • Towering delights

    11 de março de 2020, Omã ⋅ ☀️ 25 °C

    The prophet Mohamed himself wrote a letter to the Omani people inviting them to follow Islam. They accepted, choosing to follow Abd Allah ibn Ibad; the Ibadi Muslim faith is one of the oldest, purest forms of Islam. About three-quarters of Omanis are Ibadi, though there are some Shia and Sunni Muslims, not counting those from Bangladesh and the sub-continent.
    Ibadism is an offshoot of the Kharijite movement that began after the death of the Prophet in 632 A.D., predating both the Sunni and Shia denominations. They believe that the Imam is the spiritual and political leader of the community and is elected by the community: therefore leadership of Islam should not be hereditary.
    Obviously one sees mosques at every turn and invariably they are elegant and minimalistic. One notable feature is the "call to prayer" which is very clean sounding: the loudspeakers are not over-driven for maximum volume as in many other countries
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  • Muscat Metropolitan

    12 de março de 2020, Omã ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C

    Old Muscat was nicely protected and easy to walk about but a little too provincial for some, or maybe the lack of building space dictated the location for modern Muscat a few kilometres Westwards between Ruwi and the airport.

    Of course, this has made attack easy and the invasive species can be seen propogating themselves all along the coast: KFC, Burger King, Macdonalds, Starbucks, Pizza Hut and so on.

    I walked along Qurm beach which is supposed to be the in-place for ex-pat bathing, at least during the Summer, but was not particularly impressive. I've seen better even in Spain! A couple were watching their fully clothed girls splashing in the water.
    The pictures of the new town are taken across the one remaining natural mangrove park.
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