OD'd inOman
Today I accompanied 9 of our female students to an electronics fair.
Quite surreal - made more so by my ODing on paracetymol after a raging sore throat and flu-type aches all night.
A huge modern international exhibition centre, filled with stalls of the latest computer and mobile phone technology while people wandered about - the women in black abayas and hijabs, the men in pristine white dishdashers and embroidered caps which are half way between a turban and a fez but quite unique to Oman. Same traditional dress worn for hundreds, maybe thousands of year, juxtaposed with a futuristic world full of phones which are so smart I have no idea how to use them.
I was supposed to be chaperoning the girls to make sure they didn't talk to BOYS!!!! But they scarpered off in little groups anyway. Meanwhile I dragged around behind Ameera, the class leader, who fortunately had it all under her control - including everyone's mobile number and even the bus driver's to call when they'd had enough.
I tagged around somewhat bemused by it all, in a paracetymol haze, and got bossed around by Ameera. "Come, Cara!"
Strange little trip out instead of classes as a prelude to the weekend. I managed to muster enough energy to put paid to Ameera's plans to go to the mall for lunch and we sat in traffic jams on the way back to college.
Weekly shopping stock up in Lulu Supermarket then thankfully returned to villa. Crashed out in my darkened room - curtains shutting out the unforgiving brilliance of the sunlight and the 38 degrees of heat. (Cool for Muscat this time of year.)- until the next paracetymol.
Quite surreal - made more so by my ODing on paracetymol after a raging sore throat and flu-type aches all night.
A huge modern international exhibition centre, filled with stalls of the latest computer and mobile phone technology while people wandered about - the women in black abayas and hijabs, the men in pristine white dishdashers and embroidered caps which are half way between a turban and a fez but quite unique to Oman. Same traditional dress worn for hundreds, maybe thousands of year, juxtaposed with a futuristic world full of phones which are so smart I have no idea how to use them.
I was supposed to be chaperoning the girls to make sure they didn't talk to BOYS!!!! But they scarpered off in little groups anyway. Meanwhile I dragged around behind Ameera, the class leader, who fortunately had it all under her control - including everyone's mobile number and even the bus driver's to call when they'd had enough.
I tagged around somewhat bemused by it all, in a paracetymol haze, and got bossed around by Ameera. "Come, Cara!"
Strange little trip out instead of classes as a prelude to the weekend. I managed to muster enough energy to put paid to Ameera's plans to go to the mall for lunch and we sat in traffic jams on the way back to college.
Weekly shopping stock up in Lulu Supermarket then thankfully returned to villa. Crashed out in my darkened room - curtains shutting out the unforgiving brilliance of the sunlight and the 38 degrees of heat. (Cool for Muscat this time of year.)- until the next paracetymol.
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