October 2013

A Dubai Day and Last Days In Abu Dhabi

    Even after a rather late night, we all managed to get up early on Thursday and, after stopping to grab Alison’s daily statutory takeaway coffee for the journey, Ramsay drove us east along the motorway to Abu Dhabi’s Emirati neighbour, Dubai.  We were then treated to a private tour of the city.  We drove

Back In Abu Dhabi And A Desert Experience

      Washing, blogging, sorting photos and generally relaxing, was how we spent Saturday back in Abu Dhabi.  In the afternoon Rodney and Ramsay settled down to a feast of live English Premier League soccer, one match after another, after another…..  Dinner was a yummy barbecue, non-Aussie style; we ate indoors!  Oh, and Alison

From The Bottom To The Top Of Oman

      Late on Wednesday morning we checked out of the Intercontinental Hotel in Muscat and drove round to the Muttrah Souk on the Corniche.  Not many stalls were open because it was Eid, but there were still plenty of fascinating shops and people to gaze at.  After Rodney had modelled an Omani hat

Oh Man, We’re Off To Oman

    Monday became a travelling day; a long one.  The Pajero was loaded with four days of ‘stuff’ for the four of us, and we left Abu Dhabi heading east to Al Ain and the border with Oman.  We arrived at 11am, queued to leave the country and then queued for hours to get

Off To Abu Dhabi In Style – Yabba Dhabi Du

      Lynda very kindly got up an hour early on Wednesday 9 October and drove us, and our mountain of luggage, over to Gatwick Airport at 6:45am.  We really do owe you a lot Lynda, you are a good friend and somewhere in the years to come, we will give you a good

Last Days In England

      We started Wednesday by getting all the bedding and towels washed, dried, and sealed into vacuum-pack bags.  Then with the ‘World’s best mature cheddar cheese’ safely stowed on board, we drove up to Bath (no time for a bath) and reached the M4 by midday. Rodney is always annoyed by restaurants like

Steps Back In Time

We said our cheery farewells to Phil and Ingrid around midday and pointed Eileen’s nose in a southerly direction.  At Cross Houses we didn’t spot any houses looking angry, but we did spot a sign advising that the road ahead was closed.  We pulled over to work out which direction to take and almost instantly

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