A short stay in Abu Dhabi. I’m writing this seated in the Transit Air bar, waiting for our Paris connection, while the doctor girl is off shopping. Weird to be back in the Middle East after so many years. Sun burning a hole in the white brown dust haze of the sky. Hot, with that coastal desert humidity. Winter snow seems a long time ago ago.
The ship that I served on had been detached from blockade duty and we had come on a port visit to the Jordanian port of Aqaba, that lies at the head of the gulf of the same name. And, as is the want of sailors on shore leave, a group of us took the opportunity to see some of the local antiquities, Jordan not being lacking in such.
Wander up through the old town in Muscat and you can find a path that takes you to a door in the lee wall of Muttrah fort