MARCH 24, 2013
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| The souk (market) in Buraymi. |
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| My baller hotel room |
After leaving Sohar I headed to the border town of Burami on
the Oman side, just across from Al Ain on the Unite Arab Emirates side. Hotels in Al Ain were about three times as
much as the ones in Burami, so you can guess where I stayed. It was still, without question, my nicest accommodations
in the six months I’ve been traveling.
And you know what? I didn’t enjoy
it. My room had three showers and I
would have traded two of them for a decent meal.
When this adventure began I was traveling dirtbag style because
of budget. Now I think I’ve grow to actually
like it. Burami, Al Ain and my present location
of Dubai have a lot to offer the European traveler, though I’ve enjoyed very
little of it. There’s no culture
here. Or, arguably, there’s too much
culture here if you count every little shop and restaurant that tries to serve
the food from a dozen different regions of the world and fails at all of them.
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| Look, concrete! |
It’s also clear to me that I don’t belong in a big
city. This place has “only” 2 million
people spread over 30 miles of shoreline, and it still seems stuffy to me. The highlights of my visit included a lazy
day on the beach and finding a little gritty dive restaurant serving Bangladesh
food. The rest I could have done
without. Many travelers I’ve met along
the way seem to zip from one country to the next as if to check a box and say
they’ve been there. This is how my time
in the Middle East has panned out. I can
say I’ve been here. That’s about it.
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| I see sea shells by the sea shore. |
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