Dubai

We have a day before we return to Dubai and are determined not to spend any more pounds than necessary in our hotel. So we just have coffee! We find a taxi and a driver where we bargain for a price to take us to Byblos and then after lunch on to the airport. Our driver, a rather wizened Lebanese with little English pounds the air with his hand, offering us high fives when we discover common ground, so Good he cries when we find we all know Tony Blair's name. Richard wonders what Sam would be thinking as we all cheer T B as our mutual link. Byblos harbour where we go is lovely, tiny and fortunately not at all crowded, probably too early in the season and it is of course a weekday. The weather has that sort of freshness which is springlike,