Wow, what a wonderful afternoon! I was told it would be a super thing to witness and I was not disappointed. I thought it would be a great experience for Bear and we got to see it together.
We arrived in plenty of time and found parking straight away in extra bays laid on for this event. Then the buses were regular enough that we just hopped on one and headed in to the Royal Cavalry barracks. Bear had her little camera and with a little persuasion, she found the confidence to start clicking away.We had a little wander and saw where we would be sitting; although three-quarters of the seating had plush comfy covers and the remainder were the plastic garden chairs! We thought we’d head to the comfy end to grab a seat…then I read the tickets again and I’m very glad I recognise Arabic letters as we were seated in آ/A, aka comfy cushions, yay!
I won’t bother recounting the frustrating step by step procedure required to actually get to our seats but I will say that even the debacle with the checking of cameras did nothing to spoil the day! I will say that the only thing that really did spoil it was the amount of litter on the ground, even hours before everyone had arrived. Royalty were attending for goodness sake!!! It has always been one of the very, VERY few things that I do not like about this country, and all it could take is a couple of seconds to find the nearest rubbish bin or keep hold of it and take it home. Grrrr…ok, off the soap box…
We saw we were quite close to the Royal Stand and would have a pretty good view of everything!
On recommendation, what I was looking forward to were the horsewomen, both jockeys and display. You weren’t wrong, OPNO and Noora. S.! I’m very glad that Omani women are free to become horseriders because they were a highlight of the day!
Some random photos from the day:
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| A lady's gorgeous Chinoiserie fan |
