Narita(Japan) – Doha(Qatar) – Muscat(Oman). 16 hours flight.
The date changed from July 2nd to 3rd. I finally got there.
When I went out of the airport, the heat covered up my body.
They say 45 – 46 Celsius in Oman in July. When was the last time the air temperature was over my age?
Plus, Ramadan(Jun 18 – July 18, 2015 Oman). No drink, No eat in public.
Unease came to my mind. Can I stand this heat? Can I spend my holidays in Oman without any sick?
I cursed my idiot booking. “Wow! The flight fare is fairly cheaper. Desert Camp fee is discounted, too. I should book now!”
Anyway, regret is the last thing to do. I looked for my driver, Mr.B.
I stared at every welcome card.
Me: (Ohhhhhhh. My Arabic gets through to him. Thanks Nemo! Worth learning.)
Me: “Sarurtu Biliqaik(سررت بلقا ئك/Nice to meet you)!”
Mr.B: “?????? Nice to meet you.”
Me: “(Umm. Mistake?) Nice to meet you.”
Me: “Taqsun Harr(طقس حار/Hot)!”
Mr.B: “Taqsun Harr(طقس حار/Hot)! You know Arabic?”
Me: “No, no. Just greeting. How long does it take to the camp?”
While driving, Mr.B tell me how much not only he but many Omani people like Japan.
Especially, I was startled that he can name Japanese major motor companies: Toyota, Honda, Nissan, Mitsubishi, Mazda, Suzuki, Isuzu, Daihatsu.
Me: “I’d like to ask you. Don’t you eat and drink today? Because of ramadan.”
Mr.B: “Of course not.”
Me: “Must be tough.”
Mr.B: “Not tough. We get used to.”
Me: “Really? I can stand not to eat. But, I cannot stand not to drink. Impossible. I’m sorry.”
Mr.B: “OK. No problem. We know that.”
Me: “Shukran(شكرا/Thank you). From what age Omani people do fasting during ramadan?”
Mr.B: “Mostly 14 – 15. Younger 9 – 10.”
Me: “How do you start fasting from such a young age? Skip all from the start?”
I couldn’t listen well. Maybe, they gradually decrease amount of food.
While driving, Mr.B sometimes stopped and gave me chances to take photos.
After then, we went through a rough path. Bouncing! Bouncing! Jumping from the seat.
I should’ve taken a video. 1PM, 3 hours driving. Finally, we got to the camp: 1000 Nights Camp.
I forgot the heat. Well air-conditioned inside the car. Scoooooooooooorching!
Am I OK to stay here? Unease came across my mind, again.
Camp Staff: “Only you today.”
Me: “Only me? No visitor?”
Camp Staff: “Too hot and ramadan.”
Me: “Oh my.”
The staff took me to my tent.
Sheikh Tent – No air conditioner.
Too hot to go outside.
Nothing else to do but just sitting on a chair.
The staff came to my tent.
Staff: “1PM – 2PM. The hottest. I show you another tent with air conditioner. No extra charge but only daytime. Not to stay at night.”
Me: “Oh, thank you, thank you.”
As I was relieved, I walked around the camp.
Too hot! I’m gonna die. I went straight to the air-conditioned room right away.
5PM, 2hours until sunset, that day’s most important event. I lay down on a bed.
I woke up. Already, dark. Ouch! I missed sunset!