Oct. 19, I just boarded the Oman National Transport Bus Co. Enroute to Muscat, Oman. Seats are dusty and part of the seat belt is poking my bum. My shoes are a bit stuck to the floor. Windows are very dirty, both pieces of glass. A new costume is worn by the Omani men. Same long white dress with a light colored embroidered hat, similar to a mitre. Can't see out of front as the top half of the windshield is blacked out. So hot coming in the window I will look out the other side and pull the curtain. Wouldn't say the driver is a smooth one, perhaps he will improve. I think we just got stopped by the police. Just to say, I just left the Ritz Carlton where I was staying in a serviced apartment of friends. Ying/Yang. Life is good.
This driver is not acquainted with this trucks clutch. Or, he is punishing it. And same with the gas. Pedal to the metal. We are very close to the last stop and seem to have stopped for a cigarette break. And, we are already about 25 minutes late. Arrived!
Did get to see some of the countryside. Sand and some mountains.
That was the idea, not to fly.
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