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Where's the silver lining gone?

So, there I was confidently predicting that I would be back on the blog last week, thinking once the press trip was underway I would be able to sneak five minutes or so to expound on the beauty and charm of the Sultanate of Oman, and feel smug about my good fortune.

Erm, WRONG. Since my nose was kept firmly to the grindstone from from around 7am until way past midnight I'm surprised I managed to find time to even go to the bathroom. Grabbing any other kind of time to myself would have been an outrageous luxury.

Anyway, Oman is beautiful and charming. I feel fortunate to be able to have experienced Muscat (albeit on a limited scale) and am already planning a holiday there for myself, Alpha and the rugrats.

Sadly, the client was less charming. I could go on but it would probably end with me being sued for libel, which would be unfortunate, so I'll button my lip (whilst working out how to exact the most humiliating and painful revenge).

Anyway, I'm back in London, suffering from what is hopefully 24 hour flu, feeling used and abused, and more than a little bit sorry for myself...


Oman said…
sorry to hear that your client was not ideal - its better to know sooner rather than later
YLM said…
Thank you Arabesque. I'm almost over the humiliation/ pain/ etc now, you'll be pleased to hear, but the good thing that came out of the experience was what I can confidently predict as the start of an obsession with Oman. It is a truly beautiful place populated by wonderful people - I can't wait until I get the chance to come back and explore the country properly.

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