“For how long will you continue to listen to those dark shouters,
caution and prudence?
Fall in! Fall in!”
It was mid morning but the desert heat was already scorching my energy. Magellan and I were at Bahla Fort, its ochre walls, towers and rooms enclosing what had been, for three centuries, the flourishing capital of Oman. Not a worker, not a tourist, not a wisp of wind as we wandered through this UNESCO site.
There was no place to get a drink and my water bottle was dry.