It was in the middle of Oman.
I was driving home from Salalah, which took me right across the middle of the desert where it's as flat and bleak as Keira Knightly's chest. Straight road for miles and nothing to see other than the occasional dust devil.

Out in the middle of nothing a bunch of cars were pulled off onto the sand. About a dozen young guys were off a couple hundred feet into the desert playing soccer. As I passed half of them raised their arms in victory.

I'm not sure who enjoyed it more, them scoring a goal or me witnessing a random moment of exuberance.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Sun 26 Jan 2014, 11:46, 2 replies)

I had a similar experience up a mountain in Africa
I even got a photo.



Not a bad spot for a game, what?
( pineapplecharm D d M Y, H:i, Mon 27 Jan 2014, 14:45, closed)

An enviable spot for sure.
There are just little moments we get to witness sometimes, moments when we see people who are happy and at peace with the world, that are just a pleasure to behold. Not for any particular reason other than getting to witness a bit of pure joy.

I like that.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Mon 27 Jan 2014, 17:29, closed)