Saturday, May 31, 2014

A Day at the Beach

After a lot of research into beaches in Muscat that we could wear bathing suits to, a friend and I set off yesterday to the Oman Dive Center for a lovely day at the beach.  It's a private beach near the Shangri-La Resort that has a beach bar and restaurant, lounge chairs and a pool.  It was in a gorgeous cove overlooking crystal clear water and was a perfect way to spend the day (and 4 Rials). 


I will say that despite the fact that it was a private beach, we were still stared at in our bathing suits.  But no one said anything and we weren't being disrespectful at a private beach, so that's all that really mattered.  Next time I want to go back with a snorkeling mask, since there were fish and turtles throughout the cove.


I've promised myself that, no matter how long I'm here for, I can't allow myself to become immune to the beautiful scenery.  The day that I stop noticing the beauty of the mountains or the ocean will be the day I no longer deserve the gift of being here.

Some Thoughts on a Culture of Violence

One of my Omani coworkers is preparing for a business trip to the US and came to me with some concerns last week -- she's worried about how dangerous the US is and her parents are concerned about her facing violence there.  I started to scoff at her concerns, but then thought of the most recent act of senseless violence in Santa Barbara.  And I thought of the Sikh man in New York who was almost beaten to death by teenagers accusing him of being a Muslim fanatic.  And I thought of how acts of violence in the US are so commonplace now that we're not even surprised by them (though we do still manage to feel appalled).

When I was preparing to move to Oman, my friends and family were concerned about my safety here.  I assuaged their concerns by telling them that Oman is one of the safest countries in the world.  Despite my cited statistics, many still felt that terrorism would be rife in the Middle East.  And while that may be the case in other parts of the Middle East, it's certainly not the case here, and sadly I'm more likely to be the victim of a terrorist attack in the US than here.  Other friends raised concerns about some cultural acts of violence in the Middle East that we occasionally read about in the news -- women having acid thrown in their faces, women being stoned to death by brothers and fathers, tribal clashes, etc. Apart from the fact that this would be extremely rare in Oman, I was never concerned for my own safety by these stories since these are aspects of certain cultures and I'm not a part of their culture, merely an observer.

It occurred to me today, while reading about the Santa Barbara shooter, that it's important to make distinctions between cultural violence and random violence.  Each culture accepts certain levels of violence, which other cultures may find appalling (for a moment take "right and wrong" out of the equation and just look at examples).  The death penalty in the US; euthanasia in certain European countries; being stoned to death for adultery in Yemen; genital mutilation of women in Africa; male circumcision; abortion, etc.  Some cultures may find the death penalty cruel and horrific, yet the American culture has, for the most part, accepted the practice.  These could be classified as cultural violence and, to the extent that certain cultures have practices that the majority of the rest find abhorrent, we should focus on education and providing people with alternatives to such violence.  Not because our culture is better or theirs is worse, but because by reducing some of these violences people can have better qualities of life.

Yet what we see so often in America is not cultural violence but random violence.  We've seen so many school shootings, movie theatre shootings, bombings at sporting events and so on that we've become immune to the fact that only in America does random violence occur with such frequency and severity.  From a foreigner's perspective, it may even start to seem that the random violence in America has become cultural violence.  And that's a sad state of affairs indeed.

So when my coworker expressed concerns about how dangerous America is, I didn't have a good response.  I tried to make her feel better as best I could and then gave her advice that made me feel ashamed.  I advised her not to wear her abaya -- there are still too many ignorant Americans who think that all Muslims are terrorists and I didn't want her to call unnecessary attention to herself while traveling in the US. 

For all of you that worried about my safety here, feel better knowing that I'm very safe indeed.  I only wish I could honestly tell my coworker that America is just as safe.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

A Little Bit About Muscat

Ok, so now a little bit about Muscat, which is the capital of Oman and my home for the next year-ish.  As you can see from the map below, Muscat is a long city that's bordered by the ocean on one side and a huge mountain range on the other.  Theoretically the mountain range shields us from the worst of the heat in the desert, but it's hard for me to imagine it could possibly be any hotter (the heat index today is 120* F).  It also makes for some pretty spectacular scenery while you're driving around.

The view on my drive home from work
Though most expats live in the area north of Bausher on the map below, I live in the Seeb area.  I live up in the hills and have a spectacular view of the mountains, though it takes me about 25-30 minutes to drive down to the areas where we socialize (like Shatti al Qurum and Madinat Al Qaboos).  But since I'm only 10 minutes from work and 13 minutes from the best mall in town (which also holds the grocery/everything store), I'm pretty happy with my location. 

Physical 3D Map of Muscat


Physical 3D Map of Muscat

Certain parts of Muscat also have a really beachy feel, which helps make you feel like you're on permanent vacation (as long as you stay indoors and just look at the pretty outdoors and don't actually walk out into the sauna).  But with the ocean comes humidity -- whoever said that it's a dry heat over here was so so so wrong.  It's like the worst of the humidity from Florida mixed with sticking your head in the oven.  It's too hot to even use the pool!  But at least it's pretty...


Getting a Liquor License

After getting a work visa, driver's license and Omani resident card, the one last piece of documentation I needed was a liquor license.  Since Oman is a Muslim country and Muslims are not permitted to drink alcohol, obtaining liquor in the Middle East can be a bit of a challenge. Though based on some stories I've heard, it's much easier in Oman than in some of the neighboring countries.

Here, non-Muslims can get a liquor license from the police stations, which limit the amount of money you can spend on liquor in a given month (if you're a Muslim you're shit out of luck, though you can still drink at bars that serve liquor).  Liquor licenses are only required to buy alcohol for your homes -- if you want to drink at a bar or restaurant you don't need to find a license, you just have to find one of the few places that sell alcohol (and be aware that many places tend to lose their liquor licenses every once in a while, so your favorite watering hole may be occasionally dry). 

When you apply for the liquor license you have to state your annual income, since the amount of liquor you're permitted to buy is based on your annual salary (which is smart -- you don't want people spending their entire paychecks on booze).  You also then request a monthly allowance; one of my coworkers apparently requested 1000 Omani Rials per month (equal to about $2700) but found out that the limit is 400 OR per month.  I was also told that Western expats can have larger liquor allowances than expats from the Indian subcontinent, which I found very interesting. 

I'm not a big drinker, so I wanted to request 50 OR (about $130) per month, but the PRO helping me get my license was appalled that I wanted so little and tried to encourage me to get 150 OR.  I compromised with 100 OR, which is still way more than I expect I'll ever need, though at least this way I'll always have extra allotted to me each month, so I can volunteer to help other people buy booze for parties or celebrations.



My PRO also pointed out some of the liquor stores, which have covered windows and interesting names like the "East Africa Trading Co."  I haven't been inside one yet, though one of these days I'll need to go on my first booze buying adventure!

Monday, May 26, 2014

A Little Bit About Oman

When I started telling some people I was moving to Oman, the answer I got a couple of times was, "Omaha? Nebraska? Why on earth are you moving there?" Since this part of the world isn't exactly familiar for most Americans, I figured I'd do a little briefing here on the country and its culture (cribbed heavily from Wikipedia and useful maps/pictures I could find online - none of the pictures are mine, since I try to avoid taking pictures of people here out of politeness).

Location


For starters, Oman is located on the Arabian Peninsula and bordered by Yemen, Saudi Arabia and the United Arab Emirates.  Yemen is too dangerous to visit right now and Saudi Arabia is off limits for me, though we can drive about 4-5 hours up to the UAE to visit Abu Dhabi and Dubai.

As you can imagine, it's hot as balls in the summertime (this week we're 110-115 degrees Fahrenheit), though the south of the country does get rain and breezes in the summer that make it unique for Arabia.

A Little History

Oman is a Muslim country, though most Omanis are not Sunni or Shi'a, but rather Ibadi Muslims and the national language is Arabic.  Unlike its Arabian neighbors, Oman was a major seafaring power from the 17th century and the Omani Empire extended down the coast of Africa and into parts of southern Iran.  This meant that during a time when most people living in Arabia were hunkered down in their tents herding their camels, Omanis were out conquering different cultures and peoples.  Not only did this expose Omanis to other cultures, but it also helped shaped Omani culture -- it's easy to see African elements in the national dress here as well as tell which Omanis originally came from East Africa.  It also helped keep Oman more open and progressive than some of its neighboring countries (ahem, Saudi Arabia). 

Also, interestingly enough, Oman was never entirely controlled by a foreign power and Oman has been self-governing since the 1700s, which is a marked contrast to most of the rest of the Middle East.


Economy

Oman does have oil and gas (which is why I'm here), though not anywhere near the amount of some of its neighboring countries.  Oman has lagged behind its neighbors (with the exception of Yemen) in development and wealth, partially due to its previous Sultan.  Sultan Qaboos deposed his father in 1970, but prior to that time his father really closed off the country and many of my colleagues here told me how bad things were here prior to 1970.  In fact, many Omanis lived abroad until Sultan Qaboos took over and opened the country up, which is partially why he's so well loved by Omanis.

Despite its slow start, Oman has really developed over the past 40 years and has tried to diversify its economy so as not to be solely reliant upon oil and gas.  Muscat is very cosmopolitan and feels like a major city, though it's important to remember that not so long ago many Omanis were living in villages and did not have much exposure to the West or "modern" conveniences.  You occasionally get a glimpse of that when you talk to people or when you realize that many of my coworkers go home to their villages on weekends.

Expats make up almost 50% of the population here, and so in recent years there has really been a push for Omanization, which really means training the local populace to do the jobs that expats have done.  While I may not always agree with the measures taken to achieve Omanization, I think it's a great effort to integrate Omanis into the workforce so that they don't follow in the steps of some of their neighbors, like the Emiratis, many of whom don't work and maintain their lifestyles from oil revenues.  There are measures in place to force companies to hire locals and purchase locally made goods and ever-changing visa regulations affecting expats.  There are some expats who feel as though our presence isn't welcome based on these regulations, but in reality Omanis are not yet in a position to fill all the roles that expats currently do. (Due to recent changes in visa regulations, there is a huge debate occurring in Oman right now regarding Omanization.  I wanted to give a simple overview of the life here without getting into the weeds on the issues).

Finally, most Omanis speak English very well.  While I'd like to learn Arabic, many Omanis I work with primarily speak English since they were schooled in the West (even with their families) and others are excited to speak in English to strengthen their language skills.  And all of the signs here are in both Arabic and English, making driving around fairly easy.

National Dress

Omani men typically wear a dishdasha, which is a collarless, ankle-length gown that is typically white (although they do come in a variety of colors and also sometimes have colored stitching around the neck and wrists) and sandals on their feet.  On their heads they either wear a mussar, which looks like a wool turban (see the second picture below), or a kummah, which is a stitched cap (pictured below).  For Omanis who work in government, it is required that they wear the mussar, though in my office most tend to wear the kummah


I'll admit, it takes a little getting used seeing guys in the office wearing sandals and flip flops, though I'm always jealous when we're outside in the blazing sun and the dishdasha seem so much more comfortable.  I have no idea how they keep them so white, though I did finally ask someone what they wear under them (fabric wrapped around their waists like a towel). 

Unlike in some of the other Arab countries, the men here can really personalize what they wear since the dishdasha come in a variety of colors and there's even more opportunity for personalization when it comes to the colored stitching or the various hat options.  For formal occasions, men will add a dagger at their waist. 

Omani women typically wear the abaya, which is a black, floor-length robe with a scarf covering their hair and necks.  Traditional Omani dress is much more colorful and is apparently still worn at some functions, but the abaya gained popularity probably due to its ease and the fact that the women in the neighboring countries wear abayas.  (Note: I haven't actually seen Omani women's traditional dress in person yet, though I'm eagerly awaiting the opportunity to attend an event where I can see traditional dress!)


What About Expat Dress?

As an expat we are not required to wear abayas or dishdashas (actually, I think it would be quite rude if we did attempt to wear the local dress), though we are expected to dress modestly.  For both men and women, this means covering shoulders and knees.  Other than ditching my tank tops and shorts, I dress pretty closely to what I would have back in the US, particularly in the office.  I find that on weekends it's a little bit of a struggle to dress appropriately to run errands (I have one pair of linen pants that I've been wearing the hell out of) because it's just too hot to contemplate most pairs of pants.  So my weekend attire is pretty much linen pants/maxi skirt and a lightweight t-shirt.  And lots of sandals since wearing closed shoes is pretty miserable and sweaty.

Beaches are a little more of an issue.  It would be inappropriate to wear a Western bathing suit on most public beaches, so many expats tend to become members at some of the hotels here in order to use their private beaches.  I have yet to go to the beach since I have my own pool, though considering how clear and blue the Indian Ocean is, I know I'll need to find a beach to go to sooner or later.


I'm still learning about all things Oman, but let me know if you have questions.  Even if I don't know the answer I'm happy to ask, since that's how I learn all sorts of useful information (like what men wear under their dishdashas).  And my coworkers are used to me asking all sorts of weird questions...

A Month In

Saturday marked my one month anniversary of being here and I have to say I truly love it here.  The scenery, the people, the more relaxed way of life...all of it. 

A number of you have asked about whether certain things are hard or if there are aspects I don't like.  Well, there are certainly adjustments to be made.  For example, I still don't have internet at my house because there is a months-long waiting list to have it installed.  On Saturday I bought patio furniture, which wound up being a two hour ordeal.  Despite that I bought the floor model that displayed the prices, it took the [major] store almost an hour to find a barcode to go with the chairs.  Shaving cream for women turned out to be the most difficult thing to find over here and I've already started receiving care packages from home with some essentials that I can't buy here (like ice cube trays).

So yeah, there are certainly things that are more difficult here and the lifestyle could test the patience of a zen master.  But I've also adapted to this life quite well and am enjoying the slower pace of...well, of everything. 

I've also met a lot of interesting people, both Omanis and expats.  I always assumed I'd like expats because many, like me, are nomads at heart and avid travelers and experiencers of life.  Many of the people that I've met are well-traveled, up for anything and open to living in different places under varying circumstances.  I've tried to stay away from the expats that hate it here -- they're easy to spot, tend to be Americans and don't seem to have much interest in exploring the country or the area.  Which is such a shame because, though I haven't really gotten out of Muscat yet, there is so much in this country to do and experience.

Saturday, May 10, 2014

Off to the Souk

On my first visit to Muscat in February I had briefly stopped by the port area and seen some of the spectacular scenery of old forts and a brief glimpse into the Muttrah souk, the largest souk in Muscat.  Souks are the old Arab markets, though the Muttrah souk is enclosed and you follow labyrinthine hallways to all the different areas of the souk to buy things like frankincense, rugs, jewelry and handicrafts. 



Yesterday a coworker and I set out to the souk for a little shopping.  I knew we'd be ripped off since we look like tourists.  While I'm generally okay being ripped off in markets when I travel, I don't want to be ripped off in my home, though unless I go there with an Omani it will keep happening.  Putting aside my annoyance at paying extra, I bought some Omani jewelry and some Omani-style rugs for my bare floors.  The rug guy kept trying to explain the difference to me between Omani rugs and Arab rugs, but the best I could tell is that the Omani rugs are more geometric-based designs.  And definitely colorful.

After shopping we had a lovely dinner at Karjeen, which is an Omani outdoor restaurant in a garden.  The scenery was gorgeous and this was the first time I'd gotten to try Omani food.  I tried shuwa, which is a traditional dish of a meat (generally camel, lamb or goat...I think I had goat) that is slowly grilled in a pit overnight and then served over rice.  I wasn't actually all that impressed with the shuwa - it had a lot of little bones that were hard to pick out, was a bit dry and I've never been a fan of plain white rice.  My stomach also didn't appreciate some of the spices that the meat was cooked in, but at least I can say I tried it!

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Adventures at the DMV

After all the trials and tribulations of getting a visa, it was time for me to get the rest of the official documents, including my resident’s card and an Omani driver’s license.  Our HR provides us with a public relations officer (PRO) who helps assist us in getting through all the government channels, so two days ago my PRO picked me up and shepherded me through a variety of government offices.  After about our third stop he looked at me and said “You’re not like the other expats and definitely not like the normal lawyers.  You’re just so….cool!”  Apparently all of the lines and government processes (not to mention the waiting areas filled with hordes of workers from the Indian subcontinent) stress out the average expat, whereas I was just happy to be out of the office for a day (and not in Dubai).

We hit our first snag at the DMV.  When I was here in February I had to go to the US Embassy to get a document signed that I’d been driving for more than a year since my Texas driver’s license was less than a year old.  When we showed up at the DMV, US Embassy form in hand, we were told that no one there had ever seen the form before and, since apparently they couldn’t read it, we would have to return the following morning to see a manager.
So yesterday my PRO picked me up again and off we went to the DMV.  The “manager” flipped my license over and saw in tiny letters “REV 01/05/07” and seemed to think this date had something to do with me.  She seemed so confident I didn’t want to point out that that date was the date the license format was revised and was on everyone’s Texas license.  But then she passed off my paperwork to a man who started grilling me on that date.  “So what did you do in Texas in 2007?” he asked.  “Well, that was the date that I originally moved to Texas.  Then I left and moved to California and had to get a new license,” I responded, figuring that trying to explain what that date really meant would be too complicated (and I really did move to Texas the first time in 2007).  He asked me that question in a number of different ways and I finally turned to my PRO and asked if he could explain that in the US, every time you move to a different state you have to get a new license.

A flurry of Arabic followed that got a little heated as the minutes passed, with the DMV officer angrily pointing at my license and then at me.  Though he finally signed my paperwork, my PRO told me that he was convinced my license was a fake.  Seriously?!?  US passports are incredibly hard to fake and I had a document signed by the US Embassy indicating I’d had a license for over a decade, but this guy who thought that REV 01/05/07 related to me thought he knew better?
So then I was asked my blood type, which apparently is required on drivers’ licenses.  I turned to my PRO and said “No clue – what’s the most common blood type?  Let’s just put that.”  He looked at me in shock, mouth wide open, and said “Are you sure you’re American?  You’re really going to lie on a document?”  I shrugged and said, “There’s no way I’m going to a doctor here to get tested and I certainly don’t want to have to come back here, so let’s just put something down and get the license.  If I have a car accident here and need a blood transfusion, I’ve got bigger problems.”  He let out a loud laugh and again exclaimed how different I was from the normal expat. (Turns out I am O+, which is what we put down, so no need for me to try to learn in Arabic how to say I’m a different blood type than what’s on my license.)

After I finally had my license in hand and we got back in the car, I asked about organ donation.  He had no idea what I was talking about, so I said that in the US we put on our licenses whether we are willing to donate organs in case we’re dying.  He was absolutely appalled at the idea – you mean you take parts out of dead bodies and give them to other people?!?!  How barbaric!  So I asked what you did over here if you needed a new kidney or lung.  He looked at me like I was an absolute idiot and said “We have Indians for that.  And they’re more than happy to give up parts while they’re still alive.”

The Indian Head Bob

In the Middle East most workers are from the Indian subcontinent and there have been quite a few times where I’ve felt like I was on the streets of Delhi rather than Muscat.  Or that I’d be better off learning Hindi rather than Arabic.  And while I hate to make racial or ethnic generalizations, some of the Indian cultural mannerisms drive me far crazier than the Arab ones.  These are the two big ones I’ve come to cringe at thus far:

1. The Indian Head Bob
I was trying to explain to my pool guy that he couldn’t let the cat out.  He began bobbing his head in all directions (up and down, side to side, even a little diagonal action in there) that seemed to simultaneously indicate “yes/no/maybe/I have no idea what you just said”.  It did not inspire much confidence and I’m fairly certain that he’s going to leave the door wide open and let the cat out (assuming he ever actually comes to clean the pool). 

2. Yes, yes, yes, yes!
There are many cultures where it is unacceptable to tell someone no, and so you always say “yes” even if you know you can’t accomplish whatever you’ve agreed to.  But what I’ve learned in my short time here is that the more yeses you hear, the less likely something will actually happen.  An example:

Me: “So you’ll be by the house today at 4:30 to fix the leak?”
Indian Repairman: “Yes yes yes!”

Me: “So in one hour you will be at my house?”
Indian Repairman: “Yes yes yes yes!”
Me [mentally]: Oh crap, that’s four yeses.  There’s no way he’s coming…
Needless to say, no one ever showed up to fix my leaks (or anything else, for that matter).

The True Meaning of Insha' Allah

A phrase you’ll hear very often in the Middle East is “Insha’ Allah”, which means “God willing”.  Many Muslims end most sentences with it, like “I’ll see you tomorrow, insha’ Allah”.  To the devout person, this is a frequent acknowledgment that everything in life only happens through Allah’s will.  However, more often than not, it can sometimes be an excuse to not take responsibility for anything (or to never meet deadlines) that frustrates most expats to no end. 

“Hi, when will my internet be installed?”
“By the end of the week, insha’ Allah.”
1 week later

“I was still wondering when my internet might be installed.”
“Soon, insha’ Allah.”
I was prepared for this attitude towards deadlines and commitments and I’m doing my best to adopt what I call an “insha’ Allah approach to life”.  Deadlines really don’t mean anything and so the fact that I’ve been here almost two weeks and still don’t have internet and still can’t get the basic maintenance items in my house fixed is something to shrug over rather than get upset over.  I suspect I’ll find myself shrugging a lot here.
The other thing that’s really helping me to maintain my insha’ Allah attitude is watching other expats.  There are some that truly seem to hate it here, and if you get them started on life here you’ll get a constant stream of complaints about how nothing ever gets done and no one has any work ethic.  On the other hand, there are expats who seem truly happy to be here and seem to be embracing the lifestyle and the adventure of it all.  And they also shrug a lot. 

So I think if I want to love it here and not become bitter, I’ll have to learn to be less American in my temperament and more accepting that things will move on their own timeline here.  And at the end of the day, if my house floods (as it has already done) and no one fixes it, it will eventually evaporate in the desert heat.  So next time it rains, maybe it won’t flood, insha’ Allah.

Monday, May 5, 2014

A Dubai Debacle

Since I moved to Oman without my work visa, once my work visa was ready I needed to take a quick trip out of country so that when I reentered I could get my resident visa.  I figured a quick day trip to Dubai would be great to do a little Ikea shopping, so I left for Dubai with nothing more than my purse.

After a couple of hours in Dubai I was done with all the shopping I needed to do and was reminded again why I hate Dubai -- it's really just one overpriced mall after another and there's only so much shopping I can do with inflated prices.  So after a nice lunch I gave up and went to see The Amazing Spider Man, figuring that would at least waste a few hours until my flight. 

But during the movie my work phone kept ringing and when I finally stepped out to take the call, I was informed that my visa hadn't come through and I'd have to spend the night in Dubai.  Except I didn't have any clothes, toiletries, contacts or anything else.  So after the movie I ran around the giant malls trying to find the bare essentials for a night in Dubai and I headed off to my hotel in a cranky and foul mood, muttering to myself about how much I hated Dubai. 

I do have to admit that my second day in Dubai was much more enjoyable and I actually found some of the essentials I had missed on my first day.  And spending some time at Sephora putting on make up made me feel a bit less frumpy in my day old clothes. 

When we landed in Muscat I was shocked to see that it was drizzling outside and, based on the puddles on the ground, I had to assume it had rained all day, which is apparently quite rare here in the summer.  By the time I arrived home the rain had stopped, though I had quite the surprise inside...my entire entryway, kitchen and dining area had about an inch of standing rainwater!

 
Workmen were supposed to come by to figure out where the leak came from.  No surprise, but they never showed up, so Zim did his best to mop up the puddle.