Saturday, October 19, 2013

Hiking the Wadi, Mirbat, Oman.


Hiking a Wild mountain Wadi into the Jabal Samhan Leopard Sanctuary, West of Mirbat.


Halfway up – sooo thankful for the cloudy skies – it was 30 celcius and the sun was scorching on the lower slopes.  The pack weighed about 20 kilograms with 7 liters of water in it – which was slowly disappearing as we went. The return trip the next day was considerably lighter. A LOT less water weight!! I picked up some WHO supplied and recommended electrolyte powder at the pharmacy night before – great to throw into a few liters on the hike. Funny how salty powdered electrolytes are!! Salt helps with the absorption of water apparently. As we climbed the final stairs to the top – noticing that someone had laid down concrete to the top of the cliffs – the clouds came whipping along past us bringing cool relief.


Some abandoned shell cases. Omani's love their guns like most Arabs – check out the 'Battle of Mirbat' for some history – I'll be checking out the castle there soon– and visiting the fishing harbor seafood restaurant again – Mirbat is famous for it's fishing grounds and lunch by the ocean after 2 days of hiking was Amazing!! Good fresh fish. I'm stoked to get in the water and do a bit of spearfishing, but I'm REALLY curious about the toxicity levels coming up from Somalian waters.  Haven't found any data online relating to this yet. It's something to consider and there might be some research on that in the next post here...

The wadi – we slept right down under the left eye of the old man's eye socket in the rock face opposite. It's a little hard to get the scale looking at this pic. If I were standing in the eye socket over there, I'd be about 2mm high – those 'bushes' down there are trees!! The scale here is pretty massive... At this point in the hike I was sunburned and walking on an ankle that had been sprained only 3 weeks previous – slow going with caution was crucial on such rough terrain. This was the 8th hour of hiking!!  Ohya – consider – pirates, refugees, all kinds of wanderers great and small have used these caves for centuries, but we didn't see a soul after entering the wadi – just the Somali refugees at the head. Of course, I can't help but think... TREASURE!!! I'm going spelunking if we ever get back up there. Of course, it's risky country. But after we had a small fire going and some tea, looking up at the stars, it was amazing. A different feeling than camping in the West. Same sky, different wilderness... Wherever you go – there you are!!

We were just drifting off to sleep and the coals were dying when we heard the first 'YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO'.  A few minutes later there was another distant 'yoooooooooooooo'.  5 of them came toward us from 3 different directions, and it wasn't until we heard a 'YOOOOOOOOOOO YIP YIP' about 50 feet off that we jumped up to build up the fire inside our wadi cave.  My hiking companion and I speculated about what was watching us while I held a very large, heavy meat cleaver close.  It was the only weapon I'd brought along, for use in dire (mortal) emergency.  My first thought was Arabian leopards and I was excited (and alarmed) but they usually hunt alone.  We had a pack converging on us.  We're fairly certain through process of elimination that they were striped hyenas.  I'm glad they backed off and left us alone, and I actually slept fairly well after awhile...  In retrospect, I wish I'd gone out to greet them (and see what they were!!) - after the exhaustion of the 8 hour hike and the beauty of the fire and starlit sky, I simply wanted to avoid any conflict.  I think the animals may have felt the same way.  This range is in the Jabal Samhan wildlife reserve, and technically off limits to non conservation officers.  American Andy and I are experienced eco-travelers and we left little footprint behind - we're pseudo-locals - the mountains are pretty desolate and not many people make the 8 hour climb for fun!!  The only wild animals I actually saw were hyraxes - adorable chubby surprisingly fast rabbit-gerbil creatures.  Yum!!   

The massive face of the old man in the desert. We camped the night under his right eye down below here...and yes, this is where I pulled out my phone and played
while putting a little fire together to brew some tea.  It had never, nor will ever be heard in this place again...  Unless...


It was exciting to realize that I'd discovered the Frankincense trees in their natural ecosystems – and picked some resin right off the bark to put on the coals of our fire later. Beautiful smell – available in all the local markets here in Salalah, but not easy to find in the wild. It's an 8 hour hike to find wild trees that haven't been picked clean.  Incredibly, I picked up a 20 ounce bag for 1 Omani Riyal at the waterfront market – that's about $2.75 Cdn. - incredible. That's enough to last me months - burning every weekend.  Light up a little charcoal, drop on a few nugs, and the room fills with the most appealing smoke – technically not narcotic, great for meditation and contemplation.


Interesting rock formations – a geologist would have LOVED this hike. Some FASCINATING ROCKS!! I took this one for COOP...and all the hamsters and gerbils I've known and loved...


I see these all the time in Salalah – been wondering if they're 'Monarch' butterflies...?  Back to work after 10 days off...  Hope everyone here had a good  
Eid al Adha 
- it's been a welcome time to reflect and plan. 
   
"Eid al-Adha commemorates the Prophet Ibrahim’s sacrifice of his son, Ishmael, to Allah as an act of obedience. Allah spared Ishmael after seeing Ibrahim's devotion and instead gave him a sheep to kill. In the Bible version, he is named Abraham and it is Isaac, not Ishmael, who is almost sacrificed.
The three-day festival also marks the end of Hajj, the annual pilgrimage to Mecca in Saudi Arabia, Prophet Muhammad's birthplace. Muslims are expected to make the pilgrimage once in their lifetimes."

 Next Post: GTFO!!!

Friday, October 18, 2013

If you want something done right...

...you know.

Confessions of an irreverant maverick billionaire playboy expat philanthropist social actor, Part I.

Grayson the Hack,

On the Road, day 4370,

120,000 miles later.

Salalah, Oman.


 
"Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori, sed dulcius pro patria vivere, et dulcissimum pro patria bibere. Ergo, bibamus pro salute patriae."

"It is sweet and dignified to die for the homeland, but it is sweeter to live for the homeland, and the sweetest to drink for it. Therefore, let us drink to the health of the homeland..."  Damn right. Now I just need to figure out how to say 'from abroad' in latin.


The Low Down.
LIFE IS HELL, and there's a start.
LIFE IS HELL, and there's an end.
Crawling back to paradise again.
There's nothing and everything for me here.
It's like Seoul 2003 all over again.
Alcoholic Kiwi roommate in the next room half moaning, half screaming “SHEEEBELLLLL”, the Korean equivalent of “FUUUUUUUUUUCK” as he suffers through the morning hangovers – but that was more like 2001 – I'm getting ahead of meself. The old Blake quote about how heaven and hell are places in the mind are old hat now, along with many other psychological survival mechanisms that've brought me this far through Heaven, Hell, and high water – and so much more. As a microcosmic holon, and a projection of my own consciousness on this plane, I wonder to what extent my subjective reality has influenced the big picture, and vice versa. Everything is connected, and the world is on the brink. Typical. The cycle has revolved as always. The beauty of infinity unwinding into coils of synergistic entropy.
So much for contingencies.
 
I won't apologize for length in this or the coming posts – it's been a year – and in that year – total freaking chaos and several near-death-experiences– so if the following CNF (creative non-fiction) yarns don't move you, shake you, make you think or feel - go take a nap or pound some strong black coffee and flick your switch back to 'human'. Maybe throw on some loud 70's AC/DC or heavy Type-O-Negative. Barry Manilow. Bob Marley. Neil Diamond. Black Sabbath. Get in the mood.   Dowhatchyagottado!!!
I'm in the nasty habit of not writing for a year, then saying too much. Forgive me reader if I do so now. “There's no government anymore, only corporations and whores” - not the kind of thing you want to be posting in FB. No worries, no-one in the know gives a fuck about anything anymore anyway (anyhow, anywhere). I'll just shut my sweet, sweet mouth and live in FEAR like everyone else. Nothing like immigration police asking you inconvenient questions when you're trying to get back into your own country. It's not like I'm trying to smuggle in Chinese supplied Kalashnikovs out of Oman (-out of Yemen - see 'Battle of Mirbat').  Just a few switchblades perhaps, for those late nights downtown when you never know what might be around the next corner as you stagger out of an alley, half cut on overpriced Canadian whiskey in downtown Vancouver. Or was that never knowing what might stagger out of the alley coming at you - other end of the blade – desperate times – how far do they push before you pull the trigger? Climb down in the trenches with the rest of the poor and take stock of your arsenal. Does it take the death of a close family member?  I hate being right. Naaaa - I LOVE being right, almost as much as I love anal cavity searches.  Sphinkter dilations. Butt-plugs.  The profits of DOOM. <<<Type-O-Negative!!>>> I'm just a good, honest, patriotic peace loving Canadian like yourself sir. “We ain't going home got nowhere to go!!”
Story of my expat life.

 
The new ride.  Totally stoked to have come upon a bobber chopped in Dubai, rode in the U.A.E., and finally brutalized by an adolescent 30 year old in Oman.  2 days of mechanic work during Eid Alhada and still couldn't ride it South to Salalah.  Top speed, 80km/h - yeah - this bike needs work.  Now to attempt shipping the bike and ordering parts impossible to procure here and make her purr like a kittycat, meeeooowww, 
I'm so effin' stoked... 
The New Future.
My future self has been speaking to me in dreams.  Things are going to get a little weird here in the Kosmic Nexus.  Maybe a little dark.  Fukushima could potentially explode and kill us all next month, slow death by global irradiation, and it's time I told a few stories about last year in Saudi Arabia, among other things.  Aliens are among us apparently, and the gig is up.  No-one has anything to lose anymore in these mad times, rich or poor - no matter of relativity or trillion dollar bank accounts will save anyone now - the ship is going down and captains of industry are going to have to swim like everyone else - the butterfly effect is a rhino in a china shop!!  So I have a few tales to tell before it all goes up in flames (mysterious deus ex machina lifts us out in the nick of time).  I'm also looking to monetize the blog a wee bit, but will keep it to a minimum.  My own trillion dollar bank account has been looking a bit thin lately, so looking to see if writing can do anything to alleviate that - being a killer guitar player isn't doing it for me these days, and I've come to another place where 'music is haram' - illegal even.  If I'm still drawing breath at the end of 2013, and these constant miracles of love and life persist, maybe I'll manage to somehow break even for once, 'Inshallah'.  Or, perhaps if you're looking for a singer/songwriter/guitarist for a touring rock band, I'll quit my EFL gig and relocate immediately.  Why not?   I should have the capacity to record again after an upcoming trip to Bahrain.  If you've read this far and find yourself at all amused, stay tuned for more in the coming days...deranged lyrics, tales of debauchery and astral travel(?!!), a book review (or two), language humor, travel tips for Asia and the middle east - pictures of places that have never and will never again hear AC/DC's 'You Shook me All Night Long'...etc.
A lot more...
Find your inner peace,
Breathe deep,
Contract, 
Expand,
Infinity.
-Grayson.

 Sunset swimming in Salalah, Oman - gorgeous.