Today was just a leisurely day of exploring Muscat's markets – many people rate the souks here as the best (or at least most genuine) souks in Arabia. We stopped in at the fish market to see more slicing up of bodies than Freddie Kruger could manage (even witnessing a fight on the way – presumably a rare sight in somewhere as peaceful as Muscat). Then we meandered around the main souk, which was an Aladdin's Cave of stuff I didn't want – but, if you wanted to buy some Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh for a Christening, then this is the place to do it.
Whilst I wasn't around, Tracy was chatted up by a charming local lothario. He introduced himself, "My name is Mohammed. What is your name?".
"I'm Tracy", she replied.
"Hello I'm Tracy, I am very pleased to meet you".
He's going to have to work on his chat up lines a bit more if he's going to have any success with Western women.
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