Category Archives: Middle East The Jebel Akhdar mountain range reads like a tourist brochure – Oman’s highest mountain, its deepest wadi, its best fort, best cave, oldest ruins. Tourists flock here because it’s a way to see the greatest variety of Oman concentrated in a single region. We’re two more tourists here to check these sites off our list. Yet, it was the moments in between the sites that surprised us most.  Saayyid Saaid cornered us in the center of Tiwi village. A photo and a cup of coffee, he’d gestured. He looked innocent enough, so we agreed. What could be the harm in a cup of coffee? We couldn’t have known we’d just been caught by the Tourist Collector of Tiwi.  Before visiting Oman, I didn’t know a thing about its history. I’d been drawn to its exotic location and intrigued by Bruno’s photos from his time here a decade ago. I knew that Oman was photogenic. I didn’t know that it had so many photogenic forts. Thanks to Vasco da Gama and a little-known Omani sailor, Oman is filled with them.  One of my first views of Oman was from the back of a police car. I should have been celebrating – not only had I just entered my fortieth country, but I was ticking one off the top of my bucket list. Instead, I was being driven from immigration to police headquarters, where we would be detained for seventy-two hours, down to the minute.  Most tourists in Dubai visit the world’s tallest tower, only seven-star hotel, and glittering malls (complete with ski hills and aquariums!). Instead, I have been doing yoga, getting bikini waxes, interviewing for jobs, and talking to more people in a few short weeks than I have in my entire almost-three years of camper van living! Is it strange that I kind of like Dubai? |
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