12:30 PM, I was at a baggage claim at Khasab Airport.
The baggage conveyor stopped without getting my backpack.
Not only me but a dozen of people.
A staff said something to us. Others stared to move.
I followed others. We got to the office.
The boss explained something and seemed to ask for our ticket number and call number.
My turn came.
Me: « Where is my baggage? »
Boss: « Maybe another airplane. We are looking for now. We’ll call you when we find. »
Me: « I don’t have a phone. »
Boss: « All flight is done today. Come here 10:00 AM tomorrow. »
Me: « I see. »
I went outside to get a taxi. But, there was no taxi.
I went back to the office. The boss was still struggling.
I asked a staff, Mr. M, sitting next to the boss
Me: « Where can I get a taxi? »
Mr. M: « No taxi here. »
Me: « Really!? I’d like to go to a hotel. »
I showed him a copy of my booking on agoda.com.
Mr.M made a call to my stay, a villa.
Mr.M: « This number is closed. »
Mr.M called his man and drew a map.
His man took me to my stay.
He rang a bell, but no one came out.
Then, we were back to the office.
Mr. M: « Accommodation Cheating. »
Me: « Would you look for a hotel for me? »
Thanks to Mr.B, I got another stay: Diwan Al Amir.
2 trouble at the same time. But, strangely I was not bewildered at all.
Getting used to travel or hot air made me stop thinking.
Anyway, I was relieved to get my stay near sea.
I was the only tourist staying there due to Ramadan.
This is a view from my room. I walked around. Neighboring tour agencies were closed. I looked at Mr. B’s name card. « Tour Agency – Sales Executive ». I thought « Ask him tomorrow ».
Nothing else to do. I was at a supermarket, LuLu Hypermarket, all day. Rice bag – 40kg, Detergent bag – 15kg. Everything is tremendously big for Japanese.
I stared at the price. Still confusing 7٨ 8, ٧ . But, I memorized arabic numbers here.
Apple Fuji is a Japan brand. But, it says from China. Bummer.
Just before 4:00PM, I heard something from loudspeakers. I went outside. Islam Pray has just started.