Our driver a gentil and well tressed Arabic man not with a turban on his head but with a neatly nodded tie gave us a ride to the Souk area. There he dropped us off and promised to pick us up again in approximately two hours. 
Visiting foreign countries, most of all Arabic countries, is always striking for me and I have to get accustomed for some time to the quite different culture. But I love to dive into the Bazars, the narrow streets, looking at people, smelling the intoxicating odors and scents from piles of spices in any colors and freshly cooked meals on the side walk.There was a lot to see clothes and tissues, leather goods and shoes, not our style but nice to watch, weapons and knives artfully decorated and ornated. Even a cithar maker had his handicraft shop there.
It was a pleasure just to sit in a sidewalk coffee and just to look at people passing by. The weather was so pleasantly sunny but the temperature at about 20 degrees rather chilly.
As agreed our driver arrived at the meeting point just when the Imam called the believers to the prayer to the Mosque and with our first overwhelming impressions of a foreign world he drove us back home to the hotel. He charged us 60 Riyals which is quite reasonable for this long time he had to wait (1 Riyal = 0.27 USD or about 15 CHF in total)
We had already packed our luggage and when we left taking the shuttle bus to the airport it was just seven o’clock in the evening. Another four hours flight to Delhi was ahead of us.
