The heavy clouds parted as the Emirates flight passed over the Thames and central London last Wednesday, giving some breathtaking views over the city. As we approached Gatwick, the snow covered fields were a picture, the sun came out, and I was back in Blighty for the first time since my Olympic volunteering adventure last year. I wondered what mood the country was in.
On March 2, Muscat Daily covered a story from the National Mineral Water Company stating that the organisation may be forced to wind up operations because it is unable to raise prices of its products due to government controls.
Management and I decided on a weekend in Dubai. We don’t take our car there anymore, the border crossing is unpredictable and competing operators mean that the flight costs are now reasonable. Driving down the ramp into the airport last Wednesday morning we could see to our right that Car Park 1 was full, and Car Park 2 was also at capacity with a long queue waiting in front of the barriers to get in.
The first text came through at 00.15am last Wednesday, wishing me a happy birthday. February 20, 1957 was my first day in the world; apparently I was well behaved from the beginning and always did as I was told (at least that’s what my mother says, but she still loves me!).
Over the last few weeks, the press has been full of articles and commentary on the recent announcements regarding Omanisation targets, and the planned limit on the number of expats who can live in the sultanate in future.