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A few months ago I re-posted an earlier entry about the first cricket match (albeit an exhibition) that I attended in Muscat in September 1992. On my recently-concluded visit to Muscat, I came across the book of autographs that links me to the scene of the crime. Growing up in a country which used to host crumbs of international sport of any kind, ( Read more... )

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Interesting. Two of them are wanted by Interpol, but the Omani government have granted them asylum. At least I can be sure they're not staying in the Libyan Embassy (Youtube), which to my surprise I discovered was located right behind our house in Muscat! In the middle of a residential area!

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I missed the perfect opportunity to use the #scorchio hash-tag in my tweet (http://t.co/cYsfndNu) about the Muscat weather. So here it is.
- Al-Ram (@ablokeinlondon) June 19, 2012

There's no doubt the highlight of my trip to Oman was spending time with dad's 7-month old pooch. He's grown quite a bit since dad brought him home three months ago. I grew very attached to him and it took me at least a week to get over him after flying back to London. Even though dad, sis and I loved dogs, mum never let us keep one. She used to ( Read more... )

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