As Oman continues to open up to the culturally curious, Alice B-B embarks on a singular adventure – brief but stretched to bursting with thought-provoking encounters – across empty sands and along pristine coasts.
It feels like Oman has been popping up as a “must see” destination recently, so upon the recommendation of friends we started our journey through the Middle East in Muscat. Oman wasn’t as I expected at all.
Last year, savvy travelers flocked to Rio for the Olympics; Cuba, because they could; and America’s national parks, to celebrate the 100th birthday of the natural wonders in their own backyards. In 2017, we’ll see hot spots like Sri Lanka,
Attention chameaux! Les panneaux routiers sont clairs. Ces dieux sont ici chez eux, prioritaires. D'autant, qu'assure le chauffeur, très souvent un camélidé, aspirant à vivre en ermite pour se ressourcer, quitte son enclos, errant libre comme le vent.
Our driver and guide is Sean Nelson, a forty-seven-year-old former British Royal Marines Commando and onetime major in the Oman army's Desert Regiment who launched a luxury camping company three years ago.
Named after the Arabic for hoopoe bird (hud hud), the new mobile safari operation has six canvas tents, wooden pit toilets, pump showers and a lovely majlis (sitting area) bedecked with great round bolsters covered in the red plaid sarongs