A lthough I did not rent a vehicle with four-wheel drive, I was already in Nizwa and thought I would drive the 50 or so kilometers to see if I could be able to be at Wadi Ghul, which forms what is known as the Grand Canyon of Oman and is near the mountain with the highest peak in Oman, known as Jabal Shams.
Varying in direction between north and west, I drove the winding roads through the mountains towards Wadi Ghul, totally expecting not to be able to see it — but along the way, I was treated to some natural sights along the way which reminded me of the American West.
With few exceptions, the road was paved well and smooth as it wound through the rugged terrain comprised of jagged mountains and rocky landscape occasionally dotted with trees and shrubs.
The sun beat down through the cloudless sky with sheer intensity. Fortunately, the temperature was not uncomfortably hot on that February day.
The road started to wind more with sharper curves as the elevations of the different mountains, buttes and cliffs seemed to gradually become taller and taller as I drove.
The utility poles and lines were occasional reminders that I was not completely in the middle of nowhere.
Less than an hour later, I reached the end of the pavement of the road, where it became a gravel road. Two cars were parked on the side of the road in what became an ersatz parking lot; while two more vehicles were parked on the side of the road in the other direction.
A man — probably in his thirties — came out of a sport utility vehicle to speak to me in broken English in an attempt to convince me to park the rental car and ride with him to the Grand Canyon of Oman.
“Hello, my friend,” he said to me. “That car will not be able to drive on the roads to the Grand Canyon.”
“I figured that; but I thought I would see for myself if I could get there anyway. Apparently not.”
“Come — you come with me. I show you Grand Canyon. Very beautiful.”
My senses told me no. He had no official identification. There was no one to monitor the rental car, which had my belongings in the trunk as I was not checked into a hotel at the time. Most importantly of all, I did not want to enter into the vehicle of another person whom I did not know at all, as I would be at his mercy. Maybe he would try to scam me — or perhaps worse — and being potentially vulnerable without access to the rental car, there would be little I could do about it.
“I have little cash,” I replied, knowing that he was not offering his services for nothing. I was not lying, either — I really did need to get more Omani rials; and besides, I had been using credit cards for some of my transactions while in Oman.
“No problem, no problem. How much cash do you have?
I thought that was rude; but because I had little cash, I told him that I only had a few rials — totaling no more than ten dollars.
“Oh, no problem. We can work it out.”
“How? Is there an automated teller machine in the Grand Canyon?”
“There is hotel near the canyon. You can get cash there.”
“Thank you; but I am okay. I will just head back.”
“No, look, my friend. See that man over there?” as he pointed to an older man wearing a traditional thobe while seated in a white sport utility vehicle across the street. “He will take you to Grand Canyon. He will be happy to accept reduced price.”
“No, really — thank you, but I will just head back.”
The more I resisted, the harder his selling to me became; and I was more and more disinterested as the exchange went on for at least another 20 minutes. For example, when he said that it is just like the Grand Canyon in the United States — he probably had never been there — I simply replied that I can always see the Grand Canyon in the United States when I return.
I finally rolled up the window and backed up to turn around and head back; but I wanted to take another photograph or two before I returned to Muscat, so I pulled into the ersatz parking lot.
Bad mistake, I thought. The man jumped into his green sport utility vehicle and pulled up next to my car, apparently thinking that I changed my mind.
“Do you have credit card? I take credit card and will get cash for you at hotel.”
Now my senses were screaming at me not to accept his offer under any circumstances — even if he offered his services for free. He was really pitching hard to me.
“Thank you, but no; I am just going to take a few photographs before I return to Muscat.”
He was relentless; but he kept lowering the price until he reached what I thought was 13.
“13?” I asked, wanting to ensure that I heard him correctly.
“No, 30,” he said. “Three-oh. New lowest price. I do favor just for you, my friend.”
30 rials? That is approximately $78.00. He was not even in my ballpark, so to speak. I was starting to get annoyed but still remained polite yet firm.
“All I have is three or four rials. That is all. Take it or leave it.”
“Have a good day,” he said — clearly unhappy about not scoring what he probably initially thought would be an easy sale…
I might be wrong, but I could not imagine the Grand Canyon of Oman to be so different that I would regret not seeing it.
Off in the distance on the right in the photograph shown above is a lone residence, well off the beaten path of the paved road.
The drive was actually quite pleasant.
You can see the hairpin curves in the photograph shown above.
You can see the road after the hairpin turn beyond the guard rail in the photograph shown above — both near on the bottom left; and far in the valley at the foot of the mountain range.
The photographs do not do justice to the views I saw.
The road was empty of traffic…
…except for the occasional car now and then — such as the one shown in the photograph above.
Part of the drive is along Highway 21 between Nizwa and Wadi Ghul.
If you happen to already be in Nizwa, I would say it is worth taking the hour or two out of your day to drive along the scenic road to Wadi Ghul or Grand Canyon of Oman; but if you want to see the canyon itself, you may want to rent a vehicle equipped with four-wheel drive — or at least hire a reputable driver to take you there.