We went back down to old Muscat (and other places) one evening to try to get some night shots, despite the humidity, which seemed even worse at night.

This Omani man stopped us because his son, Ali, wanted to say hello, in English. It developed into a very pleasant conversation in which the man praised Americans profusely, saying they were honest, forthright, genuinely nice people, and so on, although he didn’t much care for the US government. He also felt that everybody, regardless of ethnicity, religion or nationality, should be treated with respect. We spent a delightful time talking to him. Every Omani we met was equally gracious; these are a people I’d like to get to know better.

The man’s other son was trying to pull the father's traditional Omani cap off of Ali’s head.

The entire time we were talking to him, the perspiration was dripping off me. I was also constantly wiping my lens to get rid of the moisture that kept forming on it. I really liked Oman, and want to return, but not until winter!