We left really early to go across the border as Chel has previously been held up for a long time on the Omani side. The Omani border guy was called Rashid, who looked pretty scary in the full military outfit. When we said we were stopping at Nizwa on the way to Muscat, he became a proud one man Nizwa Tourism Authority, he was from there, and stamped our passports, and gave us a big happy wave off in about 5 minutes.
We got to Nizwa a little late for the full goat and cow souq show as they were already loaded into a heap of trucks on their way to new homes to grow old, or so I’d like to think. The Omani men here still get around with their rifles and khanjars (daggers) and sit around comparing each others guns and daggers. You know what they say about the bloke with shiniest biggest dagger??
Nizwa has a huge fort, the oldest in Oman that is in the centre of everything, from about the 1600’s and has been looked after really well, but we didn’t get a good look as I got hungry so we had a great little breakfast of bread and hommus sitting under a tree in the middle of town.
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