Up early the following morning, we continued on the journey northward, this time to Muscat, the capital of Oman, stopping along the way to explore a few small towns off the highway. We drove through a residential neighborhood in one non-descript town called Adam, admiring the houses and enjoying the kind smiles and numerous, unexpected waves of hello from the locals. We were repeatedly flagged down, stopped and asked, “Are you okay?” "Are you lost?" “Why are you…here…in Adam??” People – men – couldn’t understand why we were there in that desert town but to me these are the more authentic places where the people, markets, buildings, etc are located. This is where I find the genuine charm and curiosity, kindness and helpfulness of the locals. This is adventure. This is living. A desert-colored brown pickup–type
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