As rich as its neighbors, but never in a hurry to show it. Oman holds back. Where Dubai builds towers, Oman keeps stone forts. Where Qatar gleams, Oman breathes old stories.

In Muscat, golden domes rise above the harbor corniche. Markets murmur, incense curls, time feels long gone. Nizwa smells of frankincense, where souks trade spice and silver.

Leave the cities, and Oman opens wide. Wadi Shab hides turquoise pools deep between canyon walls. Endless desert, mountains that fall straight into the sea. Camp beneath stars in the Wahiba Sands. Follow goat trails high into the Al Hajar range or Jebal Akhdar.

Oman moves soft, between dunes and waves, between wind and stone, modern yet original.