Day 33, Oman, Yiti
Today I went back to the capital and spent the day relaxing and finishing my book at a beach with a beautiful lagoon. Today an arab Taxi driver got angry, as we played a Middle East Version of Mario Cart. While we were driving in a funny way I was all the time throwing out tissues as a banana imitation. I did not remark that all the tissues I was throwing always on the front of the Taxi Cab landed. So he got a little bit angry, also because we stopped the car and when he went out of his car we just let him stay and drove away. Let me speak about other 3 funny guys I met in Oman. All were working in Hotels. The first was in a small town and a perfect actor for horror films. He looked like a serial killer and also the hotel was in a Quentin Tarantino style. The smell in the hotel was horrible. In another hotel there was an Omani who was without energy. He wasn't nearly able to walk and his face was like a big and empty question. Every thing I asked to him was too complicated. His friend was the one we called "Simsim". He was the only one speaking English, but the only words he was able to say were "Simsim". So Omanis believed he was able to communicate in English, but he wasn't at all. Even in Arabic he used his one and only word "Simsim".
Today I went back to the capital and spent the day relaxing and finishing my book at a beach with a beautiful lagoon. Today an arab Taxi driver got angry, as we played a Middle East Version of Mario Cart. While we were driving in a funny way I was all the time throwing out tissues as a banana imitation. I did not remark that all the tissues I was throwing always on the front of the Taxi Cab landed. So he got a little bit angry, also because we stopped the car and when he went out of his car we just let him stay and drove away. Let me speak about other 3 funny guys I met in Oman. All were working in Hotels. The first was in a small town and a perfect actor for horror films. He looked like a serial killer and also the hotel was in a Quentin Tarantino style. The smell in the hotel was horrible. In another hotel there was an Omani who was without energy. He wasn't nearly able to walk and his face was like a big and empty question. Every thing I asked to him was too complicated. His friend was the one we called "Simsim". He was the only one speaking English, but the only words he was able to say were "Simsim". So Omanis believed he was able to communicate in English, but he wasn't at all. Even in Arabic he used his one and only word "Simsim".
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