Arabian Races
17.2.2008 | Sanaa, Yemen
Ever since Muscat, I keep on racing. I enjoyed crossing the desert, but later I fell into some kind of a depression: the road that was supposed to be relaxing is turning into a confinement between the beautiful beaches rippled by the gentle sand dunes and a fatigue caused by the continuous sitting behind the wheel on the one hand, and the forthcoming 22 February when I have to be in Jordan on the other, while, after hours and hours of driving, the pointer on my GPS has hardly moved on the map of the Arabian Peninsula.
Terrorists wanted
15.2.2008 | Aden, Yemen
Watch yourself in Yemen! Yemen is still living in the Middle Ages! Do you really need to go there?
The Phoenix
9.2.2008 | Salalah, Oman
After arranging customs formalities for seven hours at the airport, Ronald and I finally loaded the windshield into the car that day and drove off to the workshop. We again filled the house in just one day, and a few minutes after midnight, Uroš, Arthur and I finally set off from Muscat. In the morning, the boys woke up delighted at the dunes.
Ready for the battle
4.2.2008 | Muscat, still the same Muscat, the one in Oman
The windscreen issue at Omani customs is getting so bizzare, that we start considering it ridiculous.
Sands, customs and company
2.2.2008 | Muscat, Oman
The desert gave me some motivation so that I can more easily endure the days of waiting Even though the guys move fast, complications appear elsewhere. The windscreen has been at the airport for a day and a half, and we are about to complete a Ph.D. on customs release.