I: on London

Somewhere over the rainbow!
Somewhere over the rainbow!
Where we stayed. Just outside our building
Where we stayed. Just outside our building
Home away from home
Home away from home

 

It was Ramadhan, we broke our fast with strawberries :)
It was Ramadhan, we broke our fast with strawberries ūüôā

 

Exploratory walks around London:

Random alley, close to our area in Borough
Random alley, close to our area in Borough

 

Supposedly, the biggest in the world and the finest in London. (We should start marketing Souq Mawaleh in Oman, dont you think?)
Supposedly, the biggest market¬†in the world and the finest in Uk. (We should start marketing Souq Mawaleh in Oman, don’t you think?)

 

Policewomen on duty!
I asked if I can go on their horses, pretending to be a naive tourist, no.. just kidding ūüėČ

 

London...
London…

 

Some Muslim lost his hat in London! I really hope there was nothing under it :O
Some Muslim lost his hat in London! I really hope there was nothing under it :O

 

 

A small garden within a church, Maybe??
A small garden within a church, Maybe??

 

Colourful London
Peeking at the crowd from over a bridge. Colourful London..

 

Just walking and snapping..
Just walking and snapping..

 

River Thames
Walking by River Thames
Sitting by the river, enjoying the breeze
Sitting by the river, enjoying the breeze
Sipping my last cuppa coffee in London, from somewhere over the rainbows again!
Sipping my last cuppa’ coffee in London, from somewhere over the rainbow again!
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Back. Wolverhampton. London. Courses. Eid

I had a good break, fully rejuvenated and fresh to start blogging again. Also, packed with great knowledge and a good boost of confidence to go back to work next week!

This is what my journey looked like, I’ll try to make¬†it short and simple for you readers, so respect that and read on ūüėČ

Have you ever used all modes of transportation in one single day, I proudly did for my trip from Muscat to Wolverhampton! Do I recommend it, a¬†clear¬†cut¬†“NO”, it’s exhausting… but was great fun I must admit. We (the Mr. and I)¬†were dropped off by car to the airport early morning, the 8th of September, took a¬†comfortable flight to Birmingham airport, the tram to¬†the train station, the train to¬†Wolverhampton and our legs on a rainy evening to the hotel.

Wolverhampton:I expected a small town, I was mistaken¬†it was a lively city just outside¬†Birmingham. Fairly¬†new, with shiny buildings, very different from those of¬†old¬†cities in the UK.¬†The course was¬†a 15-min¬†walk from the hotel, not too bad, quite refreshing to start your day walking,¬†considering the good¬†weather of course.¬†We’ve been quite lucky with the weather during our two week stay in¬†UK this time, it doesn’t usually go that way!

The¬†2-day “Adult Stammering Intervention” course¬†by two respected¬†and well-known¬†professionals in the field was phenomenal, in fact they declared that this¬†was the last course they do together as one of them had¬†already retired,¬†call me “lucky”.

On the 12th, 4 days post-arrival, we took the train to London.

London:the city of diversity I’ll happily name it. You walk and hear 101 languages echoing back and forth, you do not feel outcast, you just fit in wherever you go. I remember hating London so much when I was younger, the last time I was there was with family,¬†I was say 15 at the time. My father is not exactly calm,¬†just imagine what he’d be like in an underground station¬†trying to catch the next tube,¬†with children roaming around fascinated by things they’d never seen before. His temper evaporates, then condensates on¬†me to give me a tainted¬†image of London for some 11 years,¬†an image¬†of rush and fury that is.¬†London has¬†definitely managed to¬†erase that old image, I actually now understand why people¬†go head over heels in London. I¬†cannot imagine myself living in¬†London, it’s too¬†“hype” for my liking, but I totally understand those who love it. The city has changed drastically,¬†it’s become exceptionally diverse.¬†¬†Walking¬†and¬†staring that’s what¬†you do when you’re going around. You just enjoy looking at people rushing, hugging their¬†plastic cups of coffee¬†in one hand (here we go with the love of coffee again!) and a bagful of papers or a laptop¬†in the other! All minding their own business. I particularly liked the¬†formal looks on people from¬†head to toe, actually from head to¬†ankles¬†(in suits),¬†their foots in casual trainers for a comfortable run to and from work place! What¬†a sight. Love life, love London!¬†

Why was I in London again? Oh the course! The second course was the Palin PCI (Parent Child Interaction) for early childhood stammering, in simple language, Stammering therapy for preschoolers. The course was top notch, well structured and beautifully presented.

Practical for¬†Omani culture? I don’t¬†know!¬†From the title you can tell what it’s all about; the aim of this therapy¬†is to promote parent-child interaction, it’s achieved¬†by¬†recording¬†video tapes of¬†each parent playing with the child.¬†Mother playing with her child (acceptable, but¬†video recording this interaction, typically not!). Father playing with the child (not culturally acceptable, recording it, no problem). Go figure! I’ll have¬†a hard time applying this exact strategy, I’ll¬†have to make¬†a few adaptions, until we’re more open to this notion of¬†video recording the Ma’s and convincing the Fa’s that going down to your child’s level and actually playing can help in stammering. We’re a practical nation, the first thing¬†parents¬†usually ask in clinic after my long session of reassuring, explaining and choosing a¬†therapy method is:¬†“shai duyaat?” (Any medicine?). You just love them, so simple, get the¬†medicine and go home!¬†¬†¬†

On the 20th of Sept, Eid was announced in London, we broke our fast one day earlier than family in Oman! I could’ve made it to Oman for eid, but it would have¬†been extremely tiring to¬†celebrate eid right after an 8-hour travel.¬†Another reason or the “hidden agenda” to be more precise is because¬†I had made plans to meet some special cousins namely; Miss.W, the well-known¬†Kamakazy and Soulmate -yes, she’s behind the comments around this blog-!

This may sound harsh for some or illogical to many, but I enjoy Eid abroad just as much as I enjoy it¬†at home.¬†Eid has its special scent that follows you¬†wherever you go! As long as I’ve got some family members¬†around,¬†I do not mind it one bit. We’ve had waffles and coffee for breakfast, instead of the meat and rice¬†( Arsiya- usually served on¬†breakfast, day one of eid). Then, had the best shawarma¬†anyone can ever dream of, in fact¬†I’ve read reviews¬†on the internet¬†suggesting that it is the best Shawarma in the whole world. HEAVEN… Shahrayar can tell you all about it, he secretly got himself another bite of that heaven¬†the next day (while I was shopping with Soulmate)! ¬†

Not to bore you¬†and¬†prolong this post longer than it is now, I’ll leave you with the taste of shawarma in your mouth. Don’t bother getting one from wherever you are, that London shawarma was exceptional!

I’ll get back with more stories about this trip, oh and pictures also¬†coming soon. No not of the shawarma unfortunately,¬†I wouldn’t share the mouth-watering Tehini with my camera ūüėČ