the treacherous caravan

tour of oman stage five

Last night, it rained.

When we depart the hotel in the morning, we pass brown water collected in curbsides and other impermeable surfaces. There are still clouds disintegrating above, gray and ragged. We pile into a bunch of oversized SUVs, unable to take the press van this time because it doesn’t have four wheel drive. Where we’re going, we’ll need it.…