It's a friggin nightmare. Before I start on this rant, I have to teach you a word. That word is "muntifunti." A dear friend taught it to me as a substitute for a much ickier word, involving obscene, unbiblical acts with ones mother. I dasn't repeat THAT word, because I am always a lady.
So back to the roads on the college side of town. The "flyover" (overpass bridge-thing for you Americanos) is well under way. Not only is the actual up-in-the-sky part of the flyover in progress, the road into Saada from New Salalah is all torn up, AND so is As Salaam street by Browniz. Can you say munti funti?
It's madness. To relieve my own stress, I decided to mosey into work by way of Hafa. Big mistake, because about a thousand other people had the same brilliant idea. And most of them were from Kerala.
I know, my Kerala friends. I know what happened. Felicia understands. You saw the banana tree-lined road and the cars lined up as far as the eye could see and a form of madness took over didn't it? There is a reason India is statistically the most dangerous place to drive (or ride) in the world. Y'all can't queue! Driving through Haseelah is now a bumper-car fun ride with maddened Malayalis gripping the steering wheel in a crazed frenzy to be the absolute first at the stop sign, to the point where you, dear friends, cram the road five cars across, all headed in the same direction. I mean no offense. There are issues with driving related to Omanis as well, and (reputedly) women. Hah! But if you live in Salalah, you know what I'm talking about. Learn to queue people. All of you who are out and about, no matter where you are from, are not going to get where you need to be any faster by plowing down the side of the road and prizing your vehicle into the head of the line. You might even arrive a tad later, once you scrape down the side of someone else's car.
I arrive at work now with hate in my heart. Road rage is illegal here, and it's a very good thing indeed, or you would see a ninja dressed American in a hot pink car making a few munti funti-ing gestures lemme tell ya. Man!