The problem with checking files after all my stuff was delivered from Oman is finding images that I had forgotten about.
I had a habit of using my Digital camera for colour, then moving the lens to a film camera for B&W. As long as I did not disturb the tripod, I was able to get exactly the same image on film. A laborious task you may think, but if someone saw me change cameras (especially when it was the D800 to Nikon F2SB) it always ended in a conversation about how old the camera was. Gosh you still use film, I remember my Father or my Mother had a film camera. You must visit my village and take coffee & dates, I will show you some good places for photographs. That statement was gold dust ! I have lost count of the times I had been shown a place I didn’t know existed.
The one thing I take away from Oman is the hospitality given to visitors/strangers: I miss the welcoming face combined with “can I help you?” or “please come and have coffee” we don’t have that here.
Into the unknown.
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David A Lockwood 
Most places on earth are more welcoming than Europe!
Strange but true! I loved through that too
After 30 odd years of being away, it’s taking a while for me to not be shocked at the odd look I get when I greet a stranger with a
‘good day’. At least I don’t say “As-Salaam-Alaikum” any more, which did get me some strange looks – sad really.
Ha, I imagine the looks…. Alaikum Salaam