The Faces of Oman – A Photo Essay

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A glance, a look, a shy smile, a click. A picture. What I remember most from my travels are faces. Faces of the people I met, who are burn in my mind with the look in their eyes. Sometimes they’ve told me their story, sometimes you can read their story in their faces. People, I probably will never meet again.

These are the faces of Oman, for me.

Girl at Muscat Festival

Drummer at Muscat Festival

Two old men in Misfat

Boy at corniche in Al Seeb

Tobacco seller at souk in Al Seeb

Incense seller at souk in Muscat

Beggar near souk in Muscat

What kind of story are their faces telling you?

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Yvonne

Hi, I'm Yvonne. Travel addict. Guilty as charged. Right now I'm probably falling off a camel somewhere in a desert, getting a new tattoo from a monk in Thailand or am carrying my luggage through a river in the jungle. But just as well I could be sitting on my sofa in Berlin, in my pyjamas. Good girls to to heaven, bad girls go everywhere. Everywhere sounds much more promising. So be travelous and follow me!