// MY NAME IS DANIELAnd after years of dreaming I've sold everything I own and set off on the open road. I've made this site as a sort of photo journal of my travels. The map shows where I've been (red), where I've stayed a month or more (yellow), and where I plan to go (white). And so, armed with little more than a backpack, a camera, and a dream, I now take the road less traveled by. So it goes.
MUSCAT From Dubai I took a very comfortable bus to Muscat, the capital of Oman. I'd encountered a bit of Omani history already while in Africa. Oman's power and control once reached all the way down the coast of East Africa to Tanzania, where it was at the center of the Arab Slave Trade, exporting as many as 50,000 slaves a year from its ports in Zanzibar. Today, however, it is a peaceful and friendly country, with very strict architectural codes which helps it maintain a distinctive traditionalist look and a human scale, something completely eschewed in neighboring Dubai. It is a wealthy country but there are no glitzy highrises or tacky buildings, just simple, beautiful white buildings tucked between arid rocky valleys.
AS SUWAYH WADI Wadi is Arabic for valley and refers to the many narrow river valleys in the country. I joined a group of Egyptians, Omanis, and Lebanese to explore this particular wadi, which took several hours of difficult hiking, rock climbing, and even swimming to reach the end of. Sadly I lost my phone in the river, but the hike was more than worth it, like a Martian landscape at the edge of the Arabian Desert with the occasional respite of green.