Salalah So Far

 My apartment building. Al-Rehab (pronounced like al reehob) means something along the lines of big open spaces, not a detox center.

 Camel meat hangs, waiting to be cooked by the guy on the right. Probably not up to Health Department standards, but still delicious.

 Me playing chess against a bunch of jabbali (mountain people) guys in a random jabbali village searching for people to interview. The match was dubbed "Oman vs. America." It was a really good game. I lost in the end, but we each only had 2 pieces on the board.

 Camels roaming along the road up in the mountains.

 View of the Indian Ocean from up in the mountains.

 A camel walks the streets of Raysut, not following traffic signs.

A random group of guys sitting around in Raysut (about 130 km from Salalah). I interviewed one for my research, though he's not in this picture. The guy in the middle is 90 years old, and spent most of the time I was there cleaning his toenails with a 5-6 inch knife.

Back in Salalah

I've moved down to Salalah, the capitol of the Dhofar region in the south, to do research for my capstone project about the civil war that was here from 1965-1975. I live in a flat on a busy street in a commercial part of town. There's a lot of activity and it's a fun place to be.
The weather is hot. Upper 80s is considered mild, and the sun is blazing. I'm sunburn-free, but this is only my second full day here. In fact, the weather is so hot that "hot" has become "cold" and "cold" is now "hot." Let me explain:
Water is stored in tanks on the roofs of buildings or in hot water heaters. The sun heats up the "cold" water on the roof more than the water in the heater. So if you want to take a warm shower in the morning, turn on the blue faucet, not the red.
Anyway, all is well in Oman, and more specifically in Salalah. Though it's close to Yemen, it isn't IN Yemen. Think of it as living in El Paso, right across the border from Ciudad Juarez, which is one of the most dangerous cities in the world. Close to a dangerous spot? Yes. In a dangerous spot? No.
No need to worry! I'll try and put up some pictures soon.

Doha, Dubai, and Abu Dhabi

Skyline of "New Doha". None of this was here 10 years ago.

Bored outside the Museum of Islamic Art in Doha.

Inside the control room of Al Jazeera Arabic. Time management was never so important.

Outside the Al Jazeera English building. Al Jazeera was created (and based) in Doha in 1996. Al Jazeera English is even younger.

Al Jazeera English newsroom. For such an international network, their operation is quite small.

Some of the group on the corniche in Doha.

Night view of Doha skyline.

View of the lively Doha souk. A great place to sit, drink tea, eat camel sandwiches, and hang out.

In front of the Burj Khalifa, the tallest building in the world.

A small view of Dubai Mall, the largest mall in the world.

Walking through the souk in Dubai.

On the edge of Dubai Creek, which cuts through the city and was very important for trade in the past.

View of the sky slope in the Mall of the Emirates from the metro.

Buildings in Dubai.

More buildings.

Close to the city limits of Dubai. It just turns to desert.

Looking at the sky slope inside the Mall of the Emirates. It was too expensive for a college student to go...

The sun sets on the Burj al-Arab, the world's only 7-star hotel. It costs close to $80 just to go inside (also too expensive for a college student).

The Sheikh Zayed Mosque. It can hold 40,000 people and cost $545 million to build.

Outside the mosque.

In Dhofar

Dhofar is the southern region of Oman, and is very different from the rest of the country. Salalah, the capitol of Dhofar, was historically never a part of Oman; and since 1,000km of desert separates Salalah from Muscat, the people have much more in common with Yemenis than Omanis. In 1879 Dhofar was “annexed” by the Sultan of Muscat, and it became part of the Sultanate of Muscat and Oman. The people never really became Omani, though. They traditionally don’t speak Arabic, but another Semitic language no one else knows that has more in common with Hebrew.  

The culture in Dhofar is more conservative and tribal than in Muscat. It’s much more common for a man to have more than one wife here, and way more women were in nakab (with only their eyes showing), than I’d seen anywhere else. People’s tribes still determine a lot – social status, who one can marry, who one can be friends with, etc. etc. The tribe is much stronger here than anywhere else in the country, and it affects most aspects of Dhofaris’ lives.

One way the difference between Muscat and Salalah shows itself is clothing. Fashion is way cooler in Salalah – the turbans/massirs and dishdashas men wear are more colorful and vibrant. Also, men here wear the wizzar (a long piece of fabric tied like a towel that is traditionally worn under a dishdasha) as a garment itself – essentially walking around in very stylish underpants. The designs can be really flashy and awesome, and I will definitely be getting a few when I go back to do research.

Because of all this, Salalah feels like a different planet compared to Muscat, but it’s a planet I think all the group likes more. It feels a lot more like a city. Muscat is so spread out and it takes so long to get anywhere that a car is a requirement (or in my case, a taxi). Salalah is much smaller, and a lot more things are within walking distance. Buildings are also taller, and there’s a lot of people out and about. It just has a nicer vibe to it than Muscat, I think. It’s also a lot more historical (the ruins of Khor Rori date back to 300 BCE) and interesting.

Frankincense is huge here. It is everywhere and is an integral part of Dhofari history, identity, and culture. The region is one of only three spots in the world (Yemen and Somalia are the other two) where frankincense grows, and Dhofari frankincense is considered the best in the world. Without Dhofar’s frankincense, Oman’s rich history of maritime trade could not have happened, and Jesus would have gotten one less gift, since most people believe his frankincense was from Dhofar.

We visited other parts of Dhofar – Mirbat (home to a 5-star Marriot with a fantastic swimming pool), Taqah (birthplace of the Sultan), Khor Rori (ancient frankincense port), and al-Baleed (another ancient city, dating past 1329 CE, and famous for its mosques). I’m very excited to go back to Dhofar in April to do research for my capstone project. Before that, though, we’re going to Abu Dhabi, Dubai, and Doha. Some of my goals while I’m in Dhofar are to see the Empty Quarter and go on a real camel ride. Cross your fingers!

The Dhofar Region

 At the beach.

 The whole SIT group.

 More beach.

 Mountain at the beach.

 Outside Taqah, the town where HM Sultan Qaboos was born.

 View of Taqah from a nearby cliff.

 Another view of Taqah.

 Khor Rori. Over the hill is a place known as "the Valley of the Witches". It's closed off and guarded by the government. People feel very strongly about witchcraft here. Many people have experienced things themselves, but everyone has a friend whose cousin's uncle's best friend's roommate, etc. etc. has seen a witch or witnessed very strange events (ropes standing on end, streams disappearing into mountains, etc.).

 View of the town of Sumhuram, a World Heritage site. It was an old frankincense port that dates back to 300 BCE.

 Another view of Sumhuram.

 Ethan and me with Mohammed, our Dhofari friend I will be spending a lot of time with during my research period.

 Ships waiting for access to Salalah Port.

 A ship unloads its cargo in the Port.

 Salalah Port deals with 5 million tons of shipping per year.

 Stopping by the side of the road to drink fresh coconut milk. He literally cut the top off with a machete and put a straw in it.

 Some of the group enjoying their coconuts.

Roadside fruit stands in Salalah. Salalah is known for its fantastic bananas. I ate about nine. They're delicious.

A frankincense tree. Dhofar is one of 3 places in the world where frankincense grows, and it is known to have the best in the world. Frankincense can also be found in Somalia and Yemen.

Bahla

Bahla is an ancient town about a half hour outside Nizwa, in the interior of the country. It is known around Arabia as the birthplace of jinn, or black magic, and it pre-dates Islam. Legends about Bahla’s past involve people being turned into cows or goats and people vanishing when they leaned against certain fence posts. Though it is Oman’s version of Salem, the witchcraft is not something people talk about readily; it is considered part of the past.  (In other words, Bahla’s economy is not driven by tourism or the sale of “I went to Bahla and all I got was hexed” t-shirts.)

Many Omanis, including the University of Nizwa students I lived with and my homestay brothers, have no desire to visit Bahla. Their reactions to our visit included shaking heads, raised eyebrows, and the widely-used “tsk tsk” sound to show disapproval. I was also asked if I saw any jinn and/or if I got hexed (the answer is no). Interestingly, those that had adverse reactions to our visit had never been there. When I showed my brother some of the pictures I took, he was surprised that it seemed like a fairly normal place, and I had to repeat multiple times that we were actually looking at pictures of Bahla.

The part of Bahla I found most interesting had nothing to do with jinn, however. It was the Abulla bin Hamadan al-Adwi Trad Aladawi Clay Pots Factory. Speaking with the old men sitting at the pottery wheels, I found out the factory is over 500 years old. These men accompanied their fathers to work and had been rolling clay and throwing pots since they were little kids. The shortest amount of time one of them had worked there was 40 years. Though they spoke the Omani colloquial Arabic very quickly, from what I could understand their families have been potters for centuries.

In my opinion, the factory serves the people of Bahla before it serves tourists. The men were spinning giant pots (about 3-4 feet tall) for date collection, something useful for residents of Bahla and not easily transported on a plane. Because of its age, tradition, and the fact that it contributes to Bahla the same way it has for centuries, I think the factory was the most “authentic” part of Oman I’ve seen yet. Let me explain.

In some of the souks in Muscat, you’ll find people from India or Pakistan selling khanjars (a traditional decorative Omani dagger) and dishdashas (traditional Omani dress). Though there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that, there’s also nothing “authentic” about it – it’s a business. From my perspective, there’s something artificial about a non-Omani that doesn’t speak Arabic selling traditional examples of Omani heritage. Think of a Civil War reenactment made up of German tourists...not exactly the spitting image of Gettysburg. The pottery factory has catered to tourists only by establishing an un-staffed gift shop. Its main purpose is still to make pots.

All in all, Bahla was worth the trip. To top it off we spent 800 baisa (around $2) for giant fresh fruit smoothies. Juice in Oman is like juice nowhere else. The one generalization I’d be comfortable making about this country is that all its juice is delicious. Every glass I’ve had, be it from the grocery store or a corner coffee shop, is fantastic.

Nizwa and the Interior

Walking towards the ruins of old Birkat al-Mouz, the town where the University of Nizwa is located.

Carefully exploring the ruins in the very hot sun.

Walking in a date oasis in Birkat al-Mouz.

Goats hijacked our picnic on our way up Jabal Shems, the tallest mountain in the Gulf region...stupid goats..

View from the top of Jabal Shems.

 Lots of tiny fish nibbled the dead skin off our feet at a spring outside Muscat (for free).
 

 Me, enjoying the fish on my feet.

 A massir-tying session with our student hosts at the University of Nizwa.

A small part of Nahla Fort in the city of Nahla. It took 3 pictures to capture the whole view of the fort.

View from the East Tower of Nahla Fort.

View across Nizwa Fort with a mosque in the background.