25 Feb, near Nizwa - near Al Ghabah, 15016km
I passed Adam around 11:00am, the last town before the desert. A local person there told me that next petrol station was 103km away. There was a signboard on the roadside which said the same. However, it was wrong information. 
I came to the distance in the dim light after the sunset. There was no petrol station in 360 degrees! Nothing at all except yellow lights of some facilities in far distance in a different direction. (I first misunderstood it as the petrol station's.)
I didn't have enough water left for the next 200km. I had to stop a truck and ask again about the petrol station. A Pakistani driver assured me that it did exist in 20km. I was relieved. He kindly gave me a big plastic bottle of water as well.
26 Feb, 15128km
I prepared more than 15 liters of water at the "rest house". 6 for one day.
My small thermometer indicated 34 degrees during the day. It was hot enough to exhaust me. Wind blew a little harder than yesterday, still against me.
I pitched my tent soon after sunset. The ground was still hot. I used only the mesh inner of my tent. Wind went through. It was cool and nice.
Early in the next morning, at around 4:00am, I felt something wet on my hand and jumped up. The floor was wet. So was the mesh-wall. Did it rain?
I looked outside. There were stars on top of the sky. But the ground side was foggy. The south wind contained so much moisture that made everything damp and wet. It was probably caused by the sea, which was...perhaps more than 100km away.
27 Feb, 15215km
South wind blew hard in the morning. I was heading south-west. The speed of the bicycle was killed. I hardly gained 30km by the noon time.
Sandy blow struck me every time when a big truck passed by. Fine sand came into my mouth even through a thin scarf on my face. And to my eyes, to my ears, everywhere.
It became better in the afternoon with no sand, but was still strong.
I camped in 15km from Heima. I wanted to find a cheap motel next morning, take shower, stay longer and rest.
28 Feb, Heima, 15234km
I checked in a motel early as I wanted, but was busy with maintenance of my equipments. A plastic part of one of my bicycle bags was broken. Why does it happen always when it's tough?
Heima was a small, remote, sandy town. Half of the population seemed to be Indians or Pakistani.
I finally realized. I've been eating in Indian restaurants everyday. Where are Omani restaurants? It's actually difficult to find. To the countrary, Indian restaurants are everywhere.
"We don't put chilli to Omani. That's the only difference."
An Indian manager of a restaurant told me so later.
An Indian man at the front desk explained me about the wind:
It's a seasonal wind for about a month. It will finish by the middle of March. But then, the hot season begins. The temperature goes up to 40~50 degrees.
Maybe the wind is better?
1 Mar, Al Gahtain, 15334km
Another windy day. I moved only 20km in the whole morning. 8km/h. Like a snail.
The wind ceased at night. I decided to run more. I don't like to run at night usually. But the road condition was good and the traffic was few. I went on till 10:30pm, and reached to the next restaurant.
2 Mar, Quitbit, 15446km
Another windy day. I run at night again.
I sometimes found a "roof" along the road, a few of them in a day. It gave shade which was very precious in the desert. I often took a rest there, had snacks or a nap.
However, I didn't see any today. I had to go to a dune and lay down when I wanted to rest. But drivers didn't let me. Maximum in 30 min, then somebody stopped his car and checked if I was dead or something, with honking. I had to jump up, go to the car and explain that everything was fine. They gave me soft drinks or cookies though.
3 Mar, Thamarit, 15668km
The wind had changed to breeze since last evening, and was following from north! Yes, at last!
The temperature was below 30 degrees. The road was flat and good. Few traffic. The best condition it was. I run on and on, thinking it might be only today to have such good condition.
"I saw you the day before yesterday!" Drivers told me such and often gave me something to drink. If I hadn't refused, I would have got more and bananas and oranges, etc. My bicycle hardly got any lighter.
4 Mar, Salalah, 15768km
Salalah was just at hand. I no longer hurried, cleaned sand off my bicycle on the way.
I happened to be invited for a lunch by a Korean man who was a manager of the road works near Salalah. Yes, Kimuchi! I followed him at once.
It was so nice! Pity I had to behave for the other workers. I could have eaten the whole dishes on the table otherwise. (Thank you Mr.Kim.)
Then, Salalah.
25 Feb - 3 Mar, 2009, Adam - Salalah, Oman, 15789kmh
