A Crisp Too Far

Tatyo crisps are banned from entering the Sultanate of Oman.  That's a fact.  To be fair, it's probably not just Tayto crisps.  I'm sure there's other stuff on the list.  Sheep for example.  I'd imagine you'd have problems there.  Pigs are a definite no no.  I am guessing here of course.  All I do know for sure is that Tayto Cheese'n'Onion are on the no-fly list.


Presumably this ban is down to the environmental disaster caused by crisp bags back in Ireland.  I don't live there anymore, but I believe crisp bags have been banned, and you have to bring your own bags with you when out shopping for crisps.

Whatever the reasons, the 6-pack of Tayto we brought over to Oman, fell foul of food immigration laws and never made it to Wayne's belly.

Shame but they're only crisps.  A taste of home but still only crisps.  Dangerous as they might appear, they  are only crisps.

I didn't bother picking up cigars in Male or Muscat on the way back because I'm going to stock up in Luxembourg next month, when we're over for John's 40th.  Male have a small selection and Muscat have a nice walk in humidor but I really couldn't be bothered trying to work out how to convert Rials or Rufiyaa into Sterling.

So I gave up on the humidor in Muscat and went in search of Wayne.  We met up and had an hour or so over a coffee.  After over 20 years, it was lovely to meet up.  Hopefully it won't be another 20 years before we meet up again.


Over the course of the week away, I enjoyed some Roman Allones Gigantes, Sancho Panza's, some lovely Cohiba, Monte Cristo' and Partagas.  The Jimmy Saville Partagas was my favourite.

One cigar made it home intact.  A Cohiba Siglo VI tubed that the wife got me months back, survived the week so I'm now keeping it for new years eve.  Why not.

The Luggage

Evening Cohiba

Sir Jimmy Saville Tribute Cigar

Partagas

Indian Ocean