Muscat,Oman December 2007

We went to Muscat the first couple of days in December. Sam had a meeting with someone and I went because I hadn't been there before. It can be anywhere from a 3-5 hour drive from AD. It depends if you get lost or if the borders hold you up. We were a little lost and the border held us up. Sam drove like a local so I was a little tense most of the ride there. I needed to visit the local gas station to use the toilet and when I was searching for one I found it in the back of the building with no sign men or woman so I proceed to open the door. If you so dare to envision in your mind a female with her purse and sunglasses......and she walks into a squatter, one heavily used one by all the "moisture" and "stuff" on the floor. I had to go and so I thought, ok this is going to be good. The bag goes around my neck, my sunglasses were being held by my teeth and and I to stick my head out the door one last time to take a big breath and hold it so that I didn't breath and pass out from the smell. I survived, thinking I'm not drinking any water on the way home.

After we arrived in Muscat and had a good night rest Sam left for his meeting with out any socks. He forgot them. I got ready for the day and went down to front desk and talked to a gentleman and asked for a taxi. He called for one quickly and he asked me where I would like to go, I responded with "I don't know, where would I like to go?" I was given a very detailed list of options and then I figured I would go shopping!!! My taxi man took me to a very fun place. If I had blogged as soon as I got home I could remember the name of it. It was an old souk. (market). I had 1 hour and my taxi man said he would be waiting for me out side the entrance. We checked our watches and he gave me one hour and said in his very broken English, "I be here madame". He was a nice young man. He had gotten married just one month before and told me about his beautiful bride. I wish I had a picture taken with him. He was there to pick me up at the appointed time and so off we went and I asked "were are we going?" He said I had one more hour so he was going to show me the town. He was also my photographer, translator and friend. He posed me in front of these places that I can't remember what they are in front of but we had a fun hour. My trip to Oman was very enjoyable and I would very much consider returning to Oman again. The people were very friendly and pleasant.


This is an Omani chest. There are all different types and styles of these. Some looked like they were make in another country and some looked like this one. They were very beautiful. I looked for the souk that sold these kind of chests but we found one that sold the other kind of chest that I didn't like as well. So we didn't get one this trip. Lucky for Sam.