Above: Gazing across the Gulf of Oman.
An ancient kingdom with a modern-minded ruler, Oman and its frankincense-scented capital Muscat are luring a growing number of visitors with the promise of pristine beaches, empty desert, lavish accommodation, and some of the most hospitable people in the Middle East
By Warren Singh-Bartlett
Photographs by FrĂ©dĂ©ric Lagrange
The first conversation I have as I arrive in Muscat is an argument. Because Omanis pride themselves on being unfailingly polite, it is a gentle argument, as arguments go. No voices are raised. No fingers are pointed. No imprecations are uttered. But it is an argument nonetheless.
â€śFirst time in Oman?â€ť Khaled, my taxi driver, asks as we pull out of the airport and onto the moonlit highway to the Shangri-La Barr Al Jissah Resort & Spa. I tell him that Iâ€™ve been twice before.
â€śThird time? So you like Oman then?â€ť
â€śVery much,â€ť I say. â€śItâ€™s a very beautiful country.â€ť
Khaled swells with pride. â€śBeautiful, yes. Very beautiful. And very old,â€ť he says, warming to his subject. â€śWe have an ancient culture here, you know. Not like the Bedouin next door.â€ť He jerks his head vaguely in the direction of the rest of the Arabian Peninsula.
I reflect that the simple fact that my taxi driver is a local, and not some bonded laborer from Pakistan or the Philippines, already sets Oman apart from the rest of the Gulf. But Khaled is right. Omani culture is very old. In Roman times the ancient coastal kingdoms of what are now southern Oman and Yemen were called Arabia Felix, or â€śHappy Arabia,â€ť for their wealth of frankincense and myrrh. Having settled here long before their Arab brethren elsewhere on the peninsula, the Omanis were the first among their neighbors to take to the seas. Renowned for their skill as shipbuilders and navigators, by the late 1700s they had established a trading empire with colonies as far away as Zanzibar and modern-day Pakistan.
â€śAnd you know,â€ť Khaled adds, â€śSindibad was an Omani too.â€ť
â€śSinbad? The sailor? The one from One Thousand and One Nights?â€ť I chuckle. Khaledâ€™s shoulders tighten.
â€śYes sir, thatâ€™s him, but in Arabic we call him Sindibad, not Sinbad.â€ť After an uncomfortable pause, Khaled adds, â€śHe came from Sohar, just up the coast from Muscat.â€ť