I have eaten every dinner except for last night at my hotel’s restaurant – the Baluchi. The staff have kind of adopted me – they save the same table for me every night. They had promised to feed me the “King’s Meal” on my last night – and it was exceptional. I never did see the King – but who needs a King when you’ve got wonderful people like the ones pictured below to talk with each night? No matter how wiped-out I was or how late I dragged in from the office, they were always there with a smile and wanted to talk about my day. Oh – and the white wine was delivered without me even asking (after the first 2-3 nights)! Pictured below are the King’s Meal – lemon prawns – and a snap of my Baluchi-family and me.
