On the third day of Eid I went with the same friends out to their other relatives in Nekhl. We ate more mishakeek (I am lucky enough to be tired of meat now. I've mostly been eating fruit the rest of Eid vacation), had a nap (or tried to. The boys were setting off firecrackers right outside the room where all the aunts were sleeping. It's weird thinking of myself as one of the aunts, but I'm thirty in a week), and then walked down to Nakhal Fort, which was open and admission was free that day. Some teenage boys employed by the fort (I think by the Ministry of Heritage or Tourism) told us about the rooms where they were stationed, and what they had been used for. They seemed proud and excited to have the job.
There was a group of young men yelling at each other - one of them was wearing a cheap bisht and a really fake beard and leaning on a walking stick, which seemed odd because he might have been twenty - but I realised they were reciting lines and not actually angry. It was a short play about a group of men going to the qadi (the one with the fake beard) in the fort to settle a disagreement.
|Looking out over the irrigated valley.|
|Ladder up to the top of the astronomy tower, which reminds me of Harry Potter.|
|The view through one of the barred windows. Some of the windows were unbarred and at floor-level, which made me nervous for all the little kids running around.|
|Old women making and selling crafts. There were also old men making and selling palm baskets and one throwing clay pots on a wheel, but I was too shy to ask to photograph them.|
|The Eid market, mostly selling toys for kids. The men in white standing in a circle were getting ready to do a sword dance.|