We woke up very early to beat the barrage of people who head to Oman for long weekends of Oman culture and landscapes, which meant we got to see the sun rise over the desert. Turns out we didn’t wake up early enough! The queues at the border post were unbelievable; long and full of people who would do anything to get processed first. We were waiting patiently in line surrounded by people who didn’t have the Canadian manners that Barry and I acquired through many years of waiting in single file lines. We made it eventually and from the queues that we left behind us, we knew it could have been worse. Oman welcomed us with the usual Eid customs – cows being transported for Eid feasts. The Omani men at the gas station thought my interest in the cow standing in the back of their Toyota pick-up was odd. I thought it was odd transport for a humped cow.
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