6 Mar 2009, Salalah, Oman, 15798km

I stayed in Salalah for 3 days. I camped beside a farm surrounded by a long brick wall on the first night. The owners found me next morning, but said,
"It's no problem in Oman. No problem."
and offered me fresh milk of camel. It was a camel farm and they were there to milk the camels inside. "Camel milk!?" I hesitated a moment but tried. The taste was... normal. No strange smell or taste. Good taste, actually. I was just not aware that "fresh" means warm.
The second day, while I was looking for a hotel in the city, I met an Omani man again whom I had met on the desert load and had a brief conversation. He had taken my pictures for making an article on internet, as his hobby I supposed, and showed me the page in his office nearby. As I was leaving and told him I was looking for a cheap hotel, he offered me one of his flats for rent, for free! A good flat for a family it was. I took long shower and washed all the dirty clothes after the desert run, and had a good rest.
The third day I went to a market to buy frankincense. An Omani man called me from an office there. He was the manager of the control office of the market. He offered me coconut milk and we chatted a little while. As I asked him where I could buy frankincense in the market, he took me to a shop, took a packet of frankincense, and gave it to me! saying it was a present.
How generous! I repeated the sentence for three days.