Then our taxi drivers showed their passports. Being from Pakistan, they should’ve applied a day in advance in order to get into Oman…Not allowed to enter Oman, nearly two hours from Dubai and 3 hours from Muscat, we were left stranded at the border with no way of getting from Hatta to Muscat.
Luckily Omani hospitality came to the rescue. We got chatting to the Border Guard. He’s says, “Don’t worry, I’ll find you a taxi” and called up his friend who worked in THE POLICE, who picked us up and took us another half an hour towards Muscat. We then swapped cars and HIS BROTHER then drove us the rest of the way to Muscat. We spent 20 minutes in a big jeep that had about every warning light on that you can imagine, we didn’t think we’d make it. Luckily we then swapped to another car which was a little more roadworthy.
For the rest of the trip the brother threw his Spotify on and we were listening to the likes of One Direction, Anne Marie, Ed Sheeran and Charlie Puth – clearly Western music is big in Oman!
Honestly, the whole day was filled with probably some of the funniest experiences I’ve ever had, including when the policeman stopped at this cafe and just clicked his fingers and said “Chai Tea”, and these guys just brought it out to him.