Navigating the roads in Oman

Cars seems to be a part of everyday life no matter where in the world you live.  Some places may have less cars, some places have more, but it's safe to say that cars are everywhere.  Here in Oman it's no different.  However, the people who drive the cars makes a HUGE difference!  Let me tell you about transportation here in Oman.

Shortly after we arrived here in Oman, we were picked up at the airport by our manager from the resort.  He drove an SUV that was made by some company I had never heard of before.  It was my assumption that America had the same car brands as everyone else; well this is not so.  I was excited to see all kinds of different car brands here - Renault and Peugot to name a few.  

Renault Duster - We've rented one of these before - very nice!

You still have all the major brands of course, but it seems to me that Toyota and Hyundai hold the lions share of the market here.  Almost every car I see on the road is a Toyota Corolla or a Hyundai Sonata.  They are everywhere, and they look brand new.  I hardly see that many older cars, just lots of shiny new Hyundais and Toyotas.  Brittney and I love the Hyundai Santa Fe!  We've even thought of buying one here to ship back.  You see, cars here are a fraction of the price back in the U.S.  I'm not sure why but cars are very cheap here!  Even brands like Mercedes and BMW sell for sometimes 50% less than back in the states.  Not sure why this is but I LIKE IT. 

Now, because this is a rich oil country, OF COURSE you see plenty of awesome cars - Bugatti, Ferrari, Lamborghini, etc etc.  Even the police officers drive nice cars!  I usually see most cops in a BMW or a Mercedes squad car.   Sometimes they also have Land Rovers.  Must be nice :)

BMW police car next to us

 Driving without a seat belt is normal in Oman.  Crazy huh!?  If you get pulled over and you're not wearing a seatbelt it's no big deal.  In fact, I often see small children hanging out the sunroof or cars while speeding down the road - SO SCARY.  Another interesting thing is that they cover the entire interior of their cars in plastic.  Literally everything inside the car is covered.  This is done to protect their cars for resale.  It's like a giant cell phone case, lining the entire car.  But that's not even the worst part - whenever we take a taxi somewhere, we can't buckle our seat belts BECAUSE THEY ARE BURIED UNDERNEATH PLASTIC.  So even if you wanted to strap yourself in, tough luck.  A lot of times we will just rent a car for the day, and they almost always have seat belts to use :)  Rental cars are pretty cheap too. They rent for about 10 Rial per day, which is $25 USD.

Rented a Honda Civic to go to the beach!

Gas here is extremely cheap as well!  It's about $1/gallon.  It's amazing!  Back home in Southern California, there are places where it's $5/gallon.  Did you know that the last time gas was $1 in the US was in the year 1989?!  AND if you adjust for inflation, gas has actually NEVER been $1 in the United States.  The cheapest that gas has ever been in the US (adjusted for todays inflation) is $1.62, which happened in 1990.  I suppose one of the benefits of living in the Middle East is that gas is ridiculously cheap.  But, you have to move to the Middle East ;)

In order to drive, you must have a valid Omani Drivers License.  All I had to do was go to their "DMV" equivalent, and show them my current California License, and walla!  If you think going to the DMV is America is bad, you can't even imagine how crowded it is here.  Imagine your local DMV packed to it's fullest, and then everyone is yelling in dozens of different languages, and there is no electronic ticketing, only first come first serve!  It's survival of the fittest get your license first.  However, I had a local Omani "guru" take me to the DMV, and you wouldn't even believe the process we went through.  We walk in to see hundreds of people lined up at small kiosk windows waiting for their turn, and he takes me right up to the front of the line, and through a door to the other side where the DMV workers are all sitting and processing paperwork (you can imagine if this were the USA, we would have been tackled or tazed by now).

My "guru" starts speaking Arabic to the worker and he immediately stops tending to the long line of people waiting to get their license, and takes me into a back office room.  I kept thinking to myself, "People in America would be LIVID if the DMV clerk left his desk to give someone special priority."  Well that's exactly what happened.  In this office room in the back, they proceeded to look over my paperwork.  Then I was told I would have to take an eye test.  I agreed, and he guided me to a line on the floor.  Then he asked me, "Do you need glasses to see?"  I said no, and he said, "Good. Test finished."  BEST. EYE TEST. EVER.  He took my picture, and we walked back into the crowded roof full of waiting patrons.  The clerk then went back to work tending to all the other people in the long line waiting.  The strange thing is that none of the people waiting in the long line even looked at me, nor did they seem to notice the clerk had left.  Everyone just kind of understands that this is the process in the Middle East.  Those who have connections get served, and those who don't, wait.  I was actually sad for all the people waiting.  I felt bad that I had skipped them all, but I simply went where my local took me, and spoke when he told me to speak.  I would have been lost in the sea of foreign languages without my guru guiding me.  A few minutes later, I was given my official Omani Drivers License

I wish all License Pictures squeezed your head to make you look thinner!

Let me tell you some other details about driving in Oman:

All of the drivers education cars are specifically marked with red stripes.  That way everyone on the road stays clear of them.  I think that's a pretty brilliant idea!  That way you don't get stuck behind some slow driving students.

Beware: Student Driver

Here's one thing that drives me CRAZY! In Oman it's legal for anyone to drive on the beach.  You'll literally be sitting in the sand and soaking up the waves when suddenly some crazy driver speeds past you at 35mph down the beach.  SO SCARY!  I keep thinking, what if there are kids on the beach playing?  I'm no Einstein, but I'm pretty sure a car can't stop in the sand to avoid hitting someone.  Luckily there aren't alot of people with trucks who can drive in the sand.  When it does happen though, you'll see me waving my arms in frustration at these people ;)

I have no problem yelling at these people.

CAMELS RULE THE ROAD.  You know how in the United States, you always see those signs for "Deer Crossing" "Horse Crossing" or "Cow Crossing"? Whelp, you guessed it:

The hump says it all.  Nuff Said

Camels not only slow traffic, but they literally STOP traffic because everyone wants to get out of their car and either (A.) Take a Picture (B.) Pet Them (C.) Feed Them (D.) Try to Ride them.  I certainly am not brave enough to try the latter.  

Stare Down

Out for an evening stroll.

Did I mention that I LOVE Camels?

There you have it folks.  Now you are well prepared for you first driving experience in Oman.

New Friends in the Middle East

Every time I meet someone new, I realize how big the world is, and just how small I am compared to the bigger picture.  The world is a vast place, and I can't even comprehend all the people living on this planet.  Right now, in this very instant, there is someone living halfway around the world that is just like you!  They wake up and eat breakfast, text friends on their phones, works jobs, and have families.  They love, laugh, cry, and experience all the same emotions you do.  They even share all the same worries: "Where can I find a job?" "What will I eat today?" "Will people like my post on facebook?"etc. ;) The only difference is, they might speak a different language, dress differently, or have a different skin color - but really we're all the same.  I have met so many incredible people here in Oman, and it's helped me appreciate this reality.

Here are just a few of the many amazing people I've met in the Middle East:

Muayad and I exploring Al Mughsayl Beach

This is Muayad.  He is a Palestinian from Jordan.  He is a manager in the spa department at the resort,  and we consider him our band's best friend.  He volunteers to teach rooftop yoga to for the staff twice a week, and he even studied from yogi masters in India. He is also the most American, non-American that I have ever met.  He is fluent in pop culture, and his karaoke skills are top notch.

Rooftop yoga under the stars!

Catalin the Romanian

This is Catalin (pronounced KAH-TA-LIN).  He is from Romania, which makes him and I fellow countrymen.  I am 1/4th Russian, and during the Soviet Union Era, Romania and Russia were the same country.  So I guess that kinda means we're from the same place?!  We love going for long bike rides and talking about borscht soup, homemade sausage, and other things you non-soviets just wouldn't understand ;)

Muhammad

Madyeen

This is Muhammad and Madyeen.  They drive the shuttles that take us to the resort, around town, shopping, etc. etc. They are both locals from Oman and speak Arabic.  Muhammad LOVES western music and clothing.  He's learning to speak english so I've been giving him plenty of Top 40 music to help with his studies ;)  Madyeen is incredibly kind and humble.  He's very down to earth and a great guy to be around.  He always greets you with a big smile.

Pool party with Muhammad and his friend

Braize and Yappa from Sri Lanka

Braize was so excited because we are the first Americans he has ever met!!!

This is Braize and Yappa from Sri Lanka.  They are both bartenders at the resort.  They are super funny and really nice guys.  They are the life of the party, and always make you feel welcome.  They make my day when I see them around the resort.

My boys from India

More friends from Kerala in India

These are my boys from India.  They are so freakin awesome.  In our traveling experiences, we have met the kindest and most hard working people from India.  They are very genuine people.  They work so hard to provide for their families.  Many of these friends have wives and children back home, and make sacrifices to take these jobs so they can provide for their families.  I really respect these guys and consider them my dear friends.

Amazing Haircut for $2.50

Abrar is from Pakistan and he owns the barbershop next to our apartment.  He came all the way here because he could make more money as a skilled barber in a tourist city like Salalah.  He's amazing with a straight razor, and he knows all the modern styles for haircuts.  In case you can't tell from the picture, I love haircuts.  At only $2.50 for a haircut, he gets a big tip.

My friend the Sharari

This is Khalid.  He works security at the resort.  He and I have become very close friends because he is a Shahari.  The Shahari people are the oldest living generation of Omanis.  Their ancestors have been living in Oman for thousands of years.  The Shahari people came to America thousands of years ago, and are believed to be related to the Native American Indians.  I told Khalid that I am Native American (1/10th Menominee Indian), and he says that I am his Shahari brother.  He's a great friend to me and it's good to know I have family in Oman!

Friends from India, Vietnman, Morocco, and Indonesia

The staff of the hotel come from all over the world:  Egypt, Vietnam, Philippines, South Africa, India, Indonesia, Morocco, Thailand, Myanmar, Bangladesh, Nepal, Bhutan, Laos, Congo, Senegal, and many other places.  It has been a wonderful education in geography.  I now have friends from countries that I had never even heard of before.  It's reminds me again how big the world is, and how small our own little bubble of life is.  It can be scary to venture out of your bubble, but it only takes a leap of faith to have the courage to experience something or somewhere new. I'm grateful we took that leap that has lead to so many newfound friends!

Fear is an interesting thing.  As children, we are taught to fear the things and places that are unfamiliar or dangerous to us. We are afraid of what we can't see, what we don't understand, and that which is out of our control.  Fear can be crippling, and paralyzing.  The most valuable lesson I have learned in coming to the Middle East is that love, hope, and charity exist everywhere in the world.  Deep down we are all the same regardless of race, color, gender, and origin.  There will always be reasons for us to be afraid in life, but there are far more reasons for us to be fearless, compassionate, loving, and receptive to every way of life that differs from our own.

So, my challenge to you this week?  Go somewhere that you've never been before, and experience something new.  Even if it's just a foreign restaurant down the street that you've always wanted to try, or perhaps an art class you've always wanted to sign up for, but you don't think you're good enough.  Take courage, be brave, and just try.  You'll be surprised by the joy it will bring you.

It's okay to have a bad day, but a bad week?!?

Salalah has had more than it's fair share of exciting adventures, so I should have guessed that eventually we'd hit a few bumps in the road.  Let me begin by talking about a very important topic that most people don't even think about - electricity and power!  Our world is filled with amazing technological gadgets and gizmos, and at the end of the night, we simply plug them in and "wallah" they're charged and ready to go the next day.  In the United States, our electrical sockets look like this:

The only problem is that not all countries use the same type of power.  In fact there are 15 different plug types used around the world, and every country is different.  In Oman, the electrical sockets look like this:

Pretty funky looking, huh?  So what's the first thing you do when you get to a country that has different outlet than you?  Well you buy an adapter of course!!  So I went to the local outlet store and got myself some adapters and power strips.





Sooooo, problem solved!!  Brittney sets up her fancy keyboard, and I set up my guitar amp.  I plug in our new adapters to the wall, and then I plug in the keyboard and the amp.  Everything looks good to go, and so I flip on the powers switches.  Everything lights up and we are rockin'!!

I'm think I'm smart, right?  I'm feeling pretty powerful at this point, then I begin to smell something burning.  I look around, peek into the kitchen, don't see any toast in the toaster.  I look back at the music equipment, and to my surprise the lights are no longer turned on.  This is when I start to panic.  I turn off the keyboard and then try to turn it back on - no response.  I go to my guitar amp and do the same - no response.  My heart is racing.  Did our expensive music equipment just get fried?  What could I have done wrong?  My audio engineer mindset kicks in and I begin testing all the cables.  I check all the connections and still no response.  I plug my iPhone into the same power socket and it charges no problem, so I know the outlet still works.  Then I suddenly think worst case scenario, "Please tell me the power here isn't 220 volts."



Without going into too much depth, I want to explain voltage (or volts) to you.  When you plug an electrical device into your wall, the electricity flows out of the socket and into your device at a certain rate.  It's just like pouring water from a pitcher.  The water is the electricity, and it pours out at a certain speed, and also a certain flow depending on the width of the spout.  Anyways, voltage is the flow of the water, and every country has a different standard for their "flow" of electricity.  All power outlets in the United States are 110 volts.  So all electronics made for the united states will say 110 volts.  Some products, (like our phone charges) are made to work in any country, so it will say 110-220 volts on it.  Go take a peek right now and see what your nearest electronic device says.  Now for example, if a device is made for Europe, it will say 220 volts on it.  Every country is different, but most use a voltage between 110-220 volts.  

Now getting back to the story.  I look on the back of Brittney's keyboard and it says 110 volts only.  I pull out my phone and immediately google "What is the voltage in Oman?"  You can already guess at this point.  It's no surprise that Oman is a 220 volt country.  Even though I found an adapter to plug in our devices into the wall,  I just delivered DOUBLE the amount of electricity that our equipment can handle.  Whelp, that's unfortunate.  So, after having a mini meltdown at the thought of having ruined my wife's $3,000 keyboard, my eyes glance over and I see that there is a fuse box on the keyboard!

This tiny piece of glass and wire saved me from completely destroying the entire keyboard!  This little thing is called a fuse, and it has a small wire that breaks when you send too much electricity through it.  It's supposed to break because that stops all the extra electricity from going into your device and frying all the circuits.  Not all devices have these fuses built into them though, so I really dodged a bullet here!  I  would like to officially thank the manufacturer of this keyboard, for implementing a backup plan that just saved my marriage.  So I called our taxi driver friend Ali, (remember the one who helped us get bikes), and he took me to an electronics shop where I purchased some extra fuses.  I swapped out the burnt fuse with a fresh one now IT WORKS!!!  What a sigh of relief.





Now what about the guitar amp?  Well, my amp wasn't as lucky.  I checked to see if it had a fuse and sadly it didn't.  I contacted Fender, (the manufacturer of the amp), and they said there is indeed a fuse, but it's hardwired to the circuit internally.  Unfortunately the nearest authorized repair shop to fix this is 3000 miles away in Europe.  Lucky for me we have an amazing staff of electrical engineers at the Anantara hotel we work at!  So I take the amp apart and bring it to the engineers at the hotel.  They order some parts and after a few weeks, and IT'S FIXED!!

After having learned my lesson about power, I headed straight to the store and purchased a voltage converter.  This little device is a MUST if you are going to a country with a different voltage than you're used to.  It will convert 220 into 110 (for my situation), or the opposite of 110 into 220.

In other news,  we had a staff beach party and I got sunburn.  Brittney kept saying, "Jer, you better put some sunscreen on."  I would just laugh and say NEVER.  I don't need that stuff,  I'm fine.  Whelp, 4 hours later:

To add to the pain of my sunburn, I was trying to format a thumb drive for work and I accidentally formatted my ENTIRE DJ LIBRARY.  That's over 400 gigs of music down the drain.  I had a heart attack after that one as well.  I have a backu, but it's gonna take a couple weeks to get here.  Better than nothing though.  Why did I not bring a backup?

I seriously just need to slow down this week and take a deep breath.  Everything will be fine.  It's just a bad week.  I shouldn't complain though,  I did get an incredible haircut last week for 1 Rial.  Yup, you heard me, that's $2.50 in US dollars.  At least I can have a bad week in style ;)

Bikes, Bartering, and Answers To Your Questions!

Hello again!  This week was "Operation: Get A Bike."  We had been planning for weeks now to try and get some bikes, but didn't have a chance until now.  Bicycles are one of the main modes of transportation here, so if you don't plan on getting a car, I would highly recommend a bicycle.  We made friends with a fantastic taxi driver named Ali, and he agreed to take us downtown to the bike shops.  You see, we went to the mall and found some nice bikes, but they were very expensive.  Ali said we needed to head to the "Souq",  which is the main open-air marketplace of the city, which is where the locals get their bikes.

So we ventured into the city and it was truly a blast.  So many cool shops selling every sort of food, trinkets, electronics, clothing, and all kinds of other random items.  We arrived at the two main bike shops in town, which were conveniently located right next to each other.  We surveyed all the different types to see what our options were.  I had originally planned to purchase a Pakistani style bicycle, which is what all the locals ride.  They are cheap and they look super cool.

However, after trying one out, it was a little unstable for me, and I wanted something a little more familiar.   So I tried a number of different commuter style bikes and mountain bikes.  Most of the options here in Oman are either a fixed one speed commuter, or a mountain bike with gears.  The one speed bikes were advertised at 35-40 Rial ($90-$100), and the mountain bikes with gears are 50-60 Rial ($130-$150).  Still, thats pretty dang cheap for a bicycle.   So we all picked out our favorite styles and colors and moved on to the bartering phase!  The two girls picked bikes from one shop, and I found mine next door.  Ali told us that we could definitely get a better price than advertised, and that bartering was acceptable in Oman.  So I put on my negotiator hat and went to work!!  I went up to the store owner and offered 60 Rial for the two girls' bikes.  I told him we would buy both bikes if we could get a deal.  He countered with 75 Rial, and I said no way.  The key to bartering is being willing to walk away.  If they think you're gonna walk out the door, they will settle for less rather than lose a sale - most of the time ;)  So I told him sorry that was too much and I counter with 65.  He then said 72 Rials.  We were getting in the ballpark of a reasonable deal at this point.  I told him 70 Rial was my final offer, if he would include 3 spare inner-tubes in case we got a flat tire.  He said the inner-tubes were 1 Rial a piece so it would be 73 Rials total for the two bikes and tubes.

This is when I had to flex my negotiator muscles and start "the walk."  I thanked him kindly for the offer and said it was too much money and I proceeded to walk out the door.  That's when he stopped me, and said "Alright, 70 Rials."  I told you "the walk" would work! Just don't quote me the next time you walk away empty handed.  So they tuned up the bikes for the ladies, while I went next door and did the same negotiating for my bike.  List price was 32 Rial, and I got them down to 29.  All in all I would say we did pretty good for ourselves!  The bikes say "made in China" on them, and are very sturdy and reliable working vehicles.  We were all pretty stoked.  We took a picture with Ali and said goodbye.  He was such a help to us.  He drove us all around town and translated for us when needed.  If you are ever in a foreign country and need to buy something serious, BE SURE TO BRING A LOCAL.  Even if it's just a taxi driver who speaks a little English.  Foreigners are easy targets for being taken advantage of,  but the whole dynamic changes when you have a local translating all the jargon for you.

We packed up our new bikes and set off to ride back home.  We took some side streets to avoid the bulk of the traffic, and had a blast riding through the rest of the marketplace.  I can't even begin to tell you how liberating it felt after having lived in a couped up apartment for a month without any means of transportation besides taxis.  We were all so excited to be free to travel around.  Now we ride our bikes to the hotel, local markets,  food stands, the beach, and everywhere else in-between.

 Answers to your questions about Oman:
It has been exciting to receive so many questions from readers all over the world, so let me address a few of them!  The questions I received were mainly for details about Oman, so let me give a general description.  The people in Oman are very quaint.  They are very traditional, and more of a "speak when spoken to" kind of people.  Aarabic is the main language, but most speak a little English.  The original native Salalah people from the mountains also speak Jibbali, and are very proud of their native history, which dates back thousands of years.  Woman are treated very equally here.  They can drive, work, vote, hold positions in government, and attend all the same universities as men.  Oman is one of the few countries in the Middle East where all citizens can vote.  People here are very religious.  Ibadhism, which is a form of Islam, is the main religion for Omanis.  Though 1/4th of Omanis practice Sunni or Shia Islam.  About 5% of the rest of the religious population is made up of Hindu and Christian faiths.  While Islam may be the state religion of Oman, they do not prohibit the practice of other religions.  The government also prohibits discrimination based on religious affiliation.  Everyone is free to practice their beliefs, as long as it does not disrupt public worship of Islam.  The muslims here are some of the most kind and gentle hearted people I have ever met.  They are God-faring people who genuinely try to do good with their lives and serve others.  It's clear to see that radical Islam, and Islam are not the same, and these wonderful Omani people oppose the violent choices that others are making in various parts of the Middle East.

Friday is the Holy Day in Oman, and everyone has a special prayer they do around noon, and the shops don't open till after the prayer time is over.  They broadcast the "call to prayer" all over the city on loud speakers.  This let's everyone know that it's almost time to pray and to prepare yourselves.  I really respect these peoples devotion to their faith.  It shapes the kind of people they are, and is a huge reason for the low crime rates and the non-existence of terrorism in this country.   Regarding the shops, there are tons of little markets all over the city that sell everything from electronics, to clothes, to food and toys.  These shops open very early, and are open long into the night.  Many people live above their shops, so they just hang out in the store all day incase customers show up.  Fresh fruit is EVERYWHERE.  There are stands on every corner with fresh fruit.  And it's super cheap and very delicious.  There are alot of fruits which grow right here in Salalah including Bananas, Mangos, Papayas, Pineapples, Coconuts, Grapes,  Watermelon, Dragonfruit, and Cantaloupe(which they call papaya).  Their bananas are super tiny, and very very sweet.  They make the bananas in America seem tasteless.  It must be a tropical weather thing.  When I lived in Hawaii the bananas also tasted very good, and were small in size.

Let me tell you about local dress.  Every country in the Middle East has it's own distinct traditional outfit for the men.  In Oman, this consists of a one piece gown that is usually white (called a dishdash) , and a elegantly designed cap (called a kuma).  They sometimes wear a beautifully woven turban in place of the hat.

For woman, there are two styles I have seen.  One is the traditional Muslim  outfit which consists of loose black robes and a scarf around the head, or a veil over the face.  The other is the traditional Omani dress which consists of a very colorful dress, with a beautiful lace scarf over the head, and adorned with beautiful jewelry.  Many woman also have temporary henna tattoos on their hands and feet.  I have noticed one thing, woman here are VERY good at makeup.  Because many Muslim women have their whole bodies covered except for their eyes, they have become masters of accentuating what little they have to show off.  Seriously, every single Omani woman in this country has gorgeous eyes.

Next let me tell you about local food.  Most restaurants serve some variation of rice, meat, and/or vegetables.  Rice is the staple for most Middle Eastern countries, but they all prepare it very differently.  A typical Omani restaurant will serve rice that has all kinds of seasonings and spices in it.  They will serve hand rolled flatbread with hummus or Bobba Ganoush, and tomatoes and cucumbers.  Most people eat chicken or lamb here.  They usually grill it over heated stones.  It's very delicious.   You will also find restaurants from all the other Middle Eastern countries; Lebanese, Iranian, Turkish, Syrian, etc etc.  There's also some nice Chinese and Indian restaurants too.  If you want American food, you have three choices: Subway, Mcdonalds, and Carl's Jr.  Sooooo many options, I know ;)  European food is very limited as well.  The only Italian restaurant we've found so far is Sabarro Pizza in the mall.  At least I can get a slice of pizza when needed.  I have realized that in order to make the best of my time here, I have to stop trying to live my "American lifestyle" in Oman.  It only makes it harder to adapt, so I just need to eat what they eat, shop how they shop, and experience life the way they do.  It's not hard either because they really do enjoy all the best that life has to offer.  Whelp, until next week, I think that's enough for now.  Thanks again for reading and Ma'a Salama until next time! -Jared

Camels, Kayaks, Cliffs and More Adventures In KHAREEF

Let me begin this week's blog by telling you that I am excited.  And anyone who knows me can attest that when I get excited, I'M EXCITED.  Okay, now that I've set the stage:  I got to see CAMELS in the wild!! And not just a few of them...hundreds!!  IT WAS AWESOME!!! I apologize ahead of time, I'll be using alot of exclamation points in this post!!!

Okay, let me tell you about this week:

The monsoon season known as Khareef is coming to a close here in Salalah, Oman, which means the rainfall will slowly come to a halt, all the lush oases will dry up, and much of the lush greenery will turn brown. We decided to take the day off on Friday and head out with some friends to explore all the beauty that Salalah has to offer. 

We began our trip by heading up into the mountains to explore the lush jungle-like terrain during this season. We drove 45 minutes up steep hills through the most beautiful green scenery.  It literally felt like we were in Hawaii.  I was still in awe that this much forest exists in a country that is 99% sand.  

Our friend planned this particular surprise for us, and we were blown away when we arrived at this beautiful river and he said we would be kayaking!  I thought to myself, "Kayaking in the desert?!?! This is amazing!"  Sure enough, we were outfitted by the locals with kayaks and paddleboats, and sent off to explore the river of this vast jungle-like area of the mountains.  The weather was incredible too, it was warm and lightly foggy, with a little mist in the air to keep us cool.  It literally felt like we were in an Indiana Jones movie exploring some ancient terrain that was kept secret to preserve its beauty.  

The water was so crystal clear because the river was created by rainfall.  You could see beautiful plants on the bottom, and I was surprised to see fish as well!  The sound of waterfalls in the distance created an ambiance that was truly peaceful.  We all spoke softly; the place just seemed too reverent and peaceful, or maybe we just didn't want to awaken some magical creature that slept in the hills.  The best part was yet to come though!  After we finished kayaking, they had a small food stand where they served traditional local delicacies. 

We ate fresh mango and pomegranate seeds, stone-grilled lamb and chicken, tea and juice, and best of all POPCORN!  Yup, you heard me, popcorn.  I LOVE popcorn.  

I failed to mention this in the last blog post, but I crave popcorn and they don't have much here in Salalah.  I have seen one random brand of microwavable popcorn in the grocery store, but we don't have a microwave.  So in general I have been craving popcorn and have been unable to find it. Except now I can say that I have, at a charming food stand, in the mystical rainforest jungle of mysteriousness and magic!  Best. Day Ever.  Did I mention it was perfectly salted? Moving on...

Next we drove through more beautiful mountainous scenery and arrived at a waterfall oasis.  In Arabic they call it the Ayn Athum watefalls.  It's a gorgeous cliff that has multiple waterfalls cascading off of it into a lush pool of beautiful green water at the bottom.  This picture doesn't even do it justice.  I brought my swim trunks and was about to jump in, but decided that for this one time only, I wasn't gonna be that silly loud American totally ruining everyone else's peaceful ambiance.  Don't worry 'Murica, I take plenty of opportunities to do this elsewhere.  

Our full day of adventures ended with the icing on the cake.  We drove back back down to the coast, and headed west of Salalah to Al Mughsayl beach, which is an unbelievably beautiful section of coastline.  We parked the car, and the minute I turned around to look at the hillside, what do I see?  CAMELS!  Not just one, not two or three, but hundreds of camels.  Roaming the hillsides and munching on the green grass!  

I was so enthralled!  I sprinted over to where they were and they just kept on doing their thing as if I didn't even exist.  The locals said it was okay to pet them so I went right up to a camel and rubbed its belly.  They are such incredible creatures.  You don't really realize how freakin massive a camel is until you're right up next to it.   The top of camel's hump is probably  about 10 feet high, and it's neck extends to twice my height.  They are very calm and gentle creatures though.  They just cruise around eating grass and growling at one another.  

Please do me a favor, and open up YouTube right now and search "camel sounds". I promise you will laugh so hard at the noises they make.  The videos on YouTube are just like the real thing.  I couldn't stop laughing every time they growled, but they wouldn't even budge when I pet them.  It was almost as if they were saying, "Hey wise guy, while your petting me, you might as well scratch a little to the left, okay now itch a little to the right."  I told one of the locals that I'm from America and he said, I quote: "America, you have lots cow, Oman...camel." (written with distinct Omani broken English)  

After my great journey into the world of camels, I figured I had reached the pinnacle of joy, however there was still much to see.  Al Mughsayl is very famous for a few reasons.  

First, it is the location of some incredible caves and cliffs that hang down like giant icicles, and when you walk under them it feels as though they will drop on your head at any minute.  

Second, there is a massive blow hole along the waters edge, formed from underwater caves emptying and filling as waves crash onto the rocks, causing water to shoot up through holes in the ground.  Everyone stands around the blowhole to enjoy the refreshing mist of water that shoots 20-30 feet in the air.  

This region is also famously known as "The Land Bountiful," where it's believed an ancient prophet  built a ship thousands of years ago and sailed to the Americas.  The locals are in fact very proud of this traditional legend, and believe that it was Middle Easterners and Omanis who originally populated the Americas.  The locals also pointed out that there are ancient petroglyphs in Colorado that match petroglyphs found only here in Salalah, Oman.  If you ever want a good read, google this and check it out.  It's rather interesting because there are no other know locations of these specific petroglyph writings except for Colorado and Salalah.  Anyways, the views were breathtaking with all the green mountain sides and cliffs jutting out of the ocean.  It reminded me of the opening scene from Jurassic Park, where the helicopter flies in over the lush green mountainsides that seem to topple into the ocean below.  It was the perfect end to a perfect week.  Oman is such a beautifully diverse country with amazing people, and even more amazing landscapes.  I feel so blessed to be here enjoying it all.  Whelp, thats all for now.  Thanks for reading! I have received ton's of great questions from you readers, and I'll wrote a post later in the week to answer as many as I can.  Talk to you soon - Jared

P.S. -  CAUTION, CAMEL CROSSING!!!!