And then there was Oman.

Khasab,the first port we docked in,was as unimpressive as the name was promising.Small ramshackle busses carted us off to a small ramshackle little hamlet.The oil money never reached this Allah forgotten little port.The next stop was Muscat.We stayed overnight.15 minute walk to the port.I wanted to see everything first,walk for several hours, then sit down to a cup of coffee and just enjoy the scenery. There was a lovely flower clad coffee shop at the beginning of the street offering wi-fi and this was where I wanted to end up. So I walked and walked and walked some more,then turned back,stopped at the souk and walked into the streets behind. Nothing,nothing had prepared me for what I saw in the back streets of the port. Nothing. The poverty. The squalor.I started snapping with my little Cannon,some of the residents took an umbrage with me and shouted shooing me away.