There's this place near our hotel that makes fresh juice, an Omani delicacy. We have nicknamed the Egyptian man who owns it the "Juice Man". He is nice and friendly, and makes very good juice.
It's almost 11.30pm and I get some craving for juice. I'm in my room with three other girls, and we decide to legitimately go out and get juice. One problem: we aren't allowed out of the hotel past 9.30. So instead of making a master plan to sneak out of the hotel by tying bed sheets together and hanging them outside of our window, we decide not to go. We really are an exciting bunch.
On the other hand, the wasps here in Muscat are bright orange. It looks like they've been bathing in Cheetos cheese powder. That is how orange they are. It's slightly ridiculous, I'm genuinely worried about these wasps because this is no where near normal.
Our driver (the guy who drives us to school and back) will not stop texting and driving. So today, as we were driving back home, we politely ask him to stop. (La la la la la!!!) He doesn't. So we ask him again. He laughs at us. Sidenote: Oman is the second (or first) in the world in terms of car accident deaths per capita. Reassuring thought, no? And this bus thing already doesn't have seat belts, so its very unsafe. In the end, the girl sitting up front takes the drivers phone away from him (the whole time he's complaining and telling us that he is texting his wife) and doesn't give it back until we get to the hotel. He has been putting up resistance every time we ask him to stop texting. And already the driving here in Oman is scary enough (people running across the highway and taxis swerving from the most inside lane to the most outside lane to pick up passengers) that texting does not need to be added to the list of crazy things Omanis do while driving. I value my life thank you very much, and do not want to die in a car accident. Imagine that. "Oh how did she die?" "Well, she was in Oman studying Arabic and died in a car crash." That's very unexciting. At
least have me blow up or something, then it would be a story worth telling (this is a very morbid post, I apologize. I'm also super tired, it's past midnight here...oops).
Ok that's about all that happened today. I'm way too tired to function, goodnight!
It's almost 11.30pm and I get some craving for juice. I'm in my room with three other girls, and we decide to legitimately go out and get juice. One problem: we aren't allowed out of the hotel past 9.30. So instead of making a master plan to sneak out of the hotel by tying bed sheets together and hanging them outside of our window, we decide not to go. We really are an exciting bunch.
On the other hand, the wasps here in Muscat are bright orange. It looks like they've been bathing in Cheetos cheese powder. That is how orange they are. It's slightly ridiculous, I'm genuinely worried about these wasps because this is no where near normal.
Our driver (the guy who drives us to school and back) will not stop texting and driving. So today, as we were driving back home, we politely ask him to stop. (La la la la la!!!) He doesn't. So we ask him again. He laughs at us. Sidenote: Oman is the second (or first) in the world in terms of car accident deaths per capita. Reassuring thought, no? And this bus thing already doesn't have seat belts, so its very unsafe. In the end, the girl sitting up front takes the drivers phone away from him (the whole time he's complaining and telling us that he is texting his wife) and doesn't give it back until we get to the hotel. He has been putting up resistance every time we ask him to stop texting. And already the driving here in Oman is scary enough (people running across the highway and taxis swerving from the most inside lane to the most outside lane to pick up passengers) that texting does not need to be added to the list of crazy things Omanis do while driving. I value my life thank you very much, and do not want to die in a car accident. Imagine that. "Oh how did she die?" "Well, she was in Oman studying Arabic and died in a car crash." That's very unexciting. At
least have me blow up or something, then it would be a story worth telling (this is a very morbid post, I apologize. I'm also super tired, it's past midnight here...oops).
Ok that's about all that happened today. I'm way too tired to function, goodnight!
That was a very funny post! Really! Thanks Ariel for making my day with your good sense of humor. And kudos to the girl who snapped the phone away from the driver. Go girl!
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DeleteI really like reading your blog ..but when I'm done reading an article my eyes hurts .. can you please change the colors ?
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DeleteI also like the colors the way they are. But maybe you can find the perfect combination, one that everybody likes and that does not hurt anybody's eyes!
ReplyDeleteJuice Man. Creative name.
ReplyDeleteohmygoth you totally should have. I always wanted to go to boarding school and climb out the windows and go have a midnight feast :D
Bwwaaaaa they need to pass a law for no texting. Yay for not dying though...!?