Tours to Oman from Almaty: prices from 784,000 ₸

I contacted the travel agency about Oman because I wanted something calm and warm for July, and it's the only destination where it's not forty degrees in the shade and not blowing from the sea. The manager picked an option quickly, thanks to her, I don't like digging through those sites for half a day myself. I flew into Muscat — and immediately realized I hadn't miscalculated: the city is clean, white, everything kind of smooth, even sidewalks are more comfortable than ours. The view of the sea from the hotel was gorgeous, though the breakfast repeated itself the same every day, but they taught me to drink coffee with cardamom — now I suffer at home. I booked excursions myself downstairs at the desk, no markup like ordering from Kazakh agencies, nobody did that. What hooked me most was the little old market — it smells of frankincense so much your head spins, and you touch the carpets with your hands, soft, and the seller laughed when I said we don't have colors like that where I'm from. Almost no Russian tourists, mostly our own, Arab guests, but in cafes we easily managed in English. I came back happy, the only thing — summer there is actually kinda stuffy, the humidity is sticky in the evening, so I didn't pull off active walks, just lounged around and rode taxis. For that price it's norm, the agency itself worked without complaints, sent all the docs on time, I'd basically give it a five but there was one little thing: all that souvenir crap at the airport is cheaper and cooler than at the market in the city, that's where it stung honestly, for the trip four out of five.

Went to Salalah last month, decided to celebrate my sister's wedding there — booked the trip after her insistent recommendations, but I was already looking at their office in draft form last year. My husband had to make it by Friday, so we had to coordinate dates for a long time, the local transport saved a bunch of money, and time too! A solid 4 rating, because you need to check everything yourself, I advise taking a cheaper hotel farther from the center and feeding the dolphins is not worth it.

honestly I wasn’t even planning to go to Oman, but my sister asked me to come watch the nephew while she and her husband celebrated their anniversary. booked a trip to Muscat literally a week before the flight. The manager helped with the paperwork fast, he’s like an old friend more than a consultant there, though I only saw him once and that was over video call (but the taxi from the airport was already waiting, which is nice). the main thing I loved was the wadi, we went there in a jeep with a local driver, the water is really turquoise and cold even in july when it’s blazing almost forty outside. wandered through the Matrah souq for about three hours, was carrying silver bracelets from there, and then didn’t even notice how I lost one somewhere between the henna stall and a cafe. nah, didn’t even get upset, the atmosphere there is so chill you can’t get angry, any seller will offer you tea just like that and chat about the weather. the kid though wanted to go to the huge waterpark all day, which I didn’t do for her because of the stupidly hot weather, luckily the hotel had its own pool with a view of the cliffs. came back happy as a clam, got driven home no worse than I was picked up, a week was enough for me to figure out — I want to go back to Muscat, but without kids and oh…

Had to urgently get out of “raw” Almaty to somewhere warm, I picked Salalah as the most exotic option out of what they offered at our agency and honestly didn’t regret it. Booked the tour three days before the flight, at the office they advised not to bother with finding housing on my own cuz hotels there are expensive and this tour included breakfasts and airport transfer, though the road itself with a layover in Muscat tired me out quite a bit. Nature in Oman is something else – mountains come right up to the sea, and the city is drowning in greenery and coconuts, but what I remembered most was the market with incense and a warm evening on the beach under the stars when you almost don’t think about your problems at home Hm, I didn’t notice I made a typo there, fix it to the right version where a letter is missing) No, it’s correct… let’s try again) ok, stop

сіңліме туған күніне бір ерекше нәрсе сыйлағым келді, сөйтіп агенттіктен Оман, Маскатты таңдадық өйткені ол көптен шығысқа барғысы келетін бірақ эмираттарға емес дәл сол жаққа. апталық тур алдық және бұл ең жақсы шешім болды, жергілікті гид сондай әңгімелер айтты что біз тіпті уақыт қалай өткенін байқамадық, қайтып келдім де әлі күнге дейін Матрах базарының иісі есімнен кетпейді – ол жерде хош иісті заттар мен балғын балықтың иісі араласып ақылды айналдырады, ұйымдастыру бес алып плюс дегендей алғашқы күні ескі қалада өзіміз адасып кеттік бірақ бұл тіпті жақсы болды, сондай карак-чай беретін кафешка тауып алдық енді үйдегі шайымыз судай болып көрінеді. өзімізбен тек жеңіл киімдер алдық және өкінбедік өйткені қаңтарда ауа райы жай ғана тамаша, ыстық емес суық та емес ал кешкі асқа киемін деген көйлегім чемоданда қала берді себебі әр кеш сайын жағалаумен серуендеп батысты көріп жүрдік, соншама фотка түсіріп алдым құрбыларым да қазір соған барғысы келіп жүр, міндетті түрде қайта барамыз үлкен компаниямен көктемде бәрі жасыл болған кезде.

the visa at the sal a-l near the hotel took a whole hour, but right then the manager called back and sorted it out in fifteen minutes, honestly it was enough to just ask to properly explain the schedule to the kid.. in the mountains we spent ages looking for that exact viewpoint, and in the end just climbed onto some tractor from the parking lot, got up, everything turned out better than from the bus window. after that salty wind my skin still remembers the smell, and at the market two old ladies almost got into a fight over a discount on mangoes because of us, later fed a camel from my hand, the bastard spat right on my sneaker. in the evening we sat on the roof with arabic tea and said nothing, what a great trip

Бірінші рейсте ұшақтағы ауадай тар болды, бірақ Салалаға жеткен соң бәрі ұмытылды. Жаңбыр жауған соң таулардағы жолдармен жүрдік, көк маймылдар тіпті қолға жуықтап келді, балалар қуанып кетті, әйелім ең көп суретке түсірді. Үйге қайтқанша демалған жоқпын, бәрі де керемет болды, тағы барсам артық болмас еді!

The paperwork formalities for the Oman visa nearly did me in, I’d forgotten the last time I was that nervous, so when I saw a ready-made tour to Salalah with flights and hotel, I just exhaled and paid, I wanted someone to decide everything for me. The trip itself went smoothly, no hiccups at all, the only thing — housekeeping at the hotel came late in the evening when we were already back from our walk, and it was a bit annoying, but overall I came back completely satisfied and glad I didn’t fly to Dubai, it’s probably a madhouse there right now.

I urgently needed to get insurance and at the same time have a proper rest after the work crunch, so I just took a tour right at the ticket office, just to get away. Muscat welcomed me with heat like an oven in winter, but I liked it – I was there for the first time. Everywhere was so clean that I felt embarrassed to throw a piece of paper on the sidewalk near the bazaar and carried it in my pocket for about ten minutes. The only thing – our package included only breakfast, and at lunch we kind of struggled to figure out where to eat cheap, but we found a cute cafeteria with flatbreads and chicken right by the waterfront. Though the oriental fairy tale is so beautiful, especially at sunset, that I even cheered up from these little things and came home happy, we’re already googling a trip for next year

Muskat — eto prosto vayb, osobenno staryy gorod, uzkie ulochki, pahnet spetsiyami i chem-to takim drevnim, ya dazhe ne ozhidala chto tak zatyanet, hodila tam chasa tri i ne zametila vremeni. V agentstve vse chetko podobrali, ya tolko bilety pokazala i skazala chto hochu tepla, a oni mne takoy variant nashli, chto ya vernulas i do sih por vspominayu etot zapah ladana i prohladu verandy v kafe, slozhilos voobsche bez napryagov, pyat zvezd odnoznachno.

We were looking for a tour to Oman for New Year holidays spontaneously, and friends recommended this agency, we booked a trip to Muscat at the last moment, so the choice was small, but something turned up. The manager casually got everything sorted quickly and advised which area is better, I love it when there are no unnecessary questions and fluff, and here it took only about twenty minutes for everything! Walked around the old city and the market, what stuck with me was how we wandered into the inner courtyard of a mosque, well and the main mosque of course is huge, marble floors cool even when it's hot outside, overall happy with the trip, giving it a three out of strictness: there were little things — say, rush hour in a taxi. Had local coffee with dates, tried goat Masqat-style — kinda tough, honestly, but the place is scenic, now I'll be looking at night flights to Pukhov or Seychelles))

Went to Salalah this year, it's in the south of Oman. thought it would be just a beach, but turns out — there's mountains and greenery all around, like a fairytale, even though it's desert out there. What impressed me most was the road to the waterfalls, where we stopped to swim in cold water, and then drank tea from a thermos, so tasty. Weather was great exactly in late November, not hot, and few people which is a huge plus, we even had breakfast at a cafe with no line. Little things stick with you: like, local men in white robes were always smiling and greeted us first, and that made me feel instantly at peace. I booked the tour with Kazakh guys, they organized everything smoothly, from transfer to dinner, never had to look up info myself.. only thing is the pillows at the hotel were oddly hard, but that's just me nitpicking, and otherwise I came back completely happy

Mom’s anniversary, wanted to please her with something warm, so we went to Oman, to Muscat, found the agency through a friend, she has acquaintances working there. The city itself is beautiful, but specific, the mosque is huge — you walk in and it really takes your breath away, even walking barefoot on the marble is pleasant, though I’m generally a cold-sensitive person, and here the floor is warm, wow. At the hotel they fed us great, though the service was such — like they’re deliberately not in a hurry, once we waited like twenty minutes for coffee, but the view from the window made up for everything, the sea and those traditional boats right on the horizon. We took a trip to the wadi, the water there is ice-cold, but the beauty is incredible, my husband also wanted to ride camels, but I refused, they have such arrogant mugs. Overall satisfied with the organization, everything was clear, transfers on time, just one moment with the visa was a bit shady, but it got resolved in the end, we came back tired but happy. would’ve given it five, if not for this mess with documents before the flight, so four, went fine

We got the Oman visa processed here through a local agency, because I went on the website myself and got tangled up in the form, and time was running out, we took a tour to Salalah almost by accident. The road is long with a layover, but the city itself was a pleasant surprise, quiet and green after the rain — it's not Dubai with its skyscrapers, I even pet a camel at the market with my palm, the fur turned out to be stiff, but the feeling was nice); the only thing is, at the airport on the way back the passport control line moved at a crawl, we stood for about forty minutes, though they checked in the luggage fine. Came back satisfied, for that kind of money the organisation is quite honest, all the transfers were on time, nobody let anyone down and the guide talked knowledgably, not boring.

Ordered a visa and transfer to Muscat from the agency for work — I'd never have figured out their Arabic rules myself, but here they took everything on, even opened insurance themselves with some local company, though I didn't ask for it. Landed, got into a car with the AC on full blast — and within forty minutes I was already at the hotel with a view of the mosque; the guide at the reception greeted me very warmly and dumped a ton of info on me: where to haggle, where you cn't drink coffee, told me to check out the Book Festival, but I was more into wandering the old streets, staring at the wooden gates and sticking my nose into the spices. Paid for everything by card practically in one day, and the receipt hit my email instantly, so by the time the contract was signed there was nothing left to argue about — and thank god, because later other offers were more expensive and with stupid connections.

әйелім демалыста деп талап етті мен контрактқа қол қойып жатқанда қыркүйекте тереземіз ашылды ал дәл сол кезде Оманға ыстық ұсыныс шығыпты менеджер ыңғайлы қаладан ұшатын қысқа тур тауып берді ол тек біреуі қалды деді сонда мен неге жоқ деп ойладым. Салалаға түнде жеттік автобустағы кондиционер сондай соғып еді қонақүйге жеткенше сүйегім қатып қалды бірақ номердің өзі жаңа екен төсек ақ жылтырап тұр аумақтағы пальмалар тіпті ғарыш. Таңертең балконға шықтым да таңғалдым — теңіз жылы мейірімді + құмы ұсақ емес керісінше жағымды ірі түйіршікпен жарма сияқты расымен. бассейн жанындағы егде неміс жұбы таң атпай шезлонгтерді алып қойып үстіне сүлгілерін салып қойған бұл ашуымды келтірді жойқын деңгейде ал маған пляжда бірден орын табылды еш қиындықсыз. Екі рет экскурсия алдық Вахиба шөлі мүлде күрделі бедуиндермен сөйлестім кардамонды шай іштім құм киімнің әрбір қатпарына кіріп кетті тағы бір апта кроссовкаларды қағып өттім. Қаладағы Сұлтан Кабус мешіті әдемі бірақ тек сыртынан суретке түсіруге болады ішінде ыңғайсыз жылжымалы намаздық еденді түгел жауыпты жібек шығар деп ойладым ал қарапайым ковролин болып шықты. Қонақүйдегі тамақ жай бомба кешкі асқа әрқашан таза балық хаммур мен креветка алатынмын күн сайын тексерілгені тұрғанда неге тәжірибе жасау керек). Бір күні жарты күн жаңбыр селдіреп өтті ренжуге болмайды деп бардан кітап алдым бірақ қасымда өз бизнес жобаларын талқылап жатқан орыстардың компаниясына шыдауға тура келді жалпы фон шулы болды. қайтарда әуежайда екі сағат кідірдік рейсті кешіктірді бірақ бұл Азия мұнда үзіліссіз болмайды екен дегенмен он бесінде үйде болдық демалыс кестеге жақсы сыйды төрт қойдым өйткені немістер мен жаңбыр болмағанда мінсіз болар еді

Salalah is really like a whole other world, green and humid, nothing like those pictures of the desert. Came back happy as a clam, though at first I doubted whether it was worth flying so far for mountains and fog. Climbed around the mountains, ate my fill of coconuts right off palms smelling of them (the manager was the one who suggested taking the excursion there, and I didn't regret it). The weather in September was ideal — no heat, easy to breathe, and the ocean warm, didn't even want to get out. Overpaid for the town one day, but overall everything top, solid five)))

Trip to Muscat left a mixed feeling — the city is clean, modern, but kind of sterile if you will, that part I didn't really dig. On the other hand we took an excursion to a wadi, the water was really turquoise, I sat there on the rocks just staring at the view, though it was hot as an oven. Hotel we took with breakfasts, food was fine, but the coffee at the reception was bitter, and our own pick-me-up we never found. The flight back was quick (we even landed twenty minutes early), overall everything smooth, four stars well deserved, I won't give a five only because of that office vibe in the city center.

Muskat vstretil dikoy zharoy, +45 v teni kak budto. Otel vzyali s zakrytym basseynom, potomu chto obychnyy — eto zhe kipyatok, ne iskupatsya, hotya more ryadom bylo realno teplym. Ezdili na vadi, voda tam prohladnaya sredi kamney, eto voobsche spasenie kakoe-to, sideli chas i ne hoteli vylezat. Vdrug vspomnil, chto zabyl paverbank v nomere, tak i ne zabral, ladno, v telefone zaryadka derzhala norm. Organizatsiya ot agentstva neplohaya, transfer podvovzil minuta v minutu, no sam gid na ekskursii tarahtel bez ostanovki pod palyaschim solntsem — ya dazhe polovinu ne slushal. Vecherom gulyali po naberezhnoy, tam klassnyy rynok, torgovalsya za spetsii pryam kak babka na bazare, i dovolnyy hodil. No ofigenno dorogaya eda v restoranah u morya, odin uzhin s nas sodral kak budto my nedelyu zhrali, pri etom portsii tak sebe. Duhi i ladan na rynke vonyali tak sladko, chto golova krugom, no zhena v vostorge azh nabrala polnyy paket vsyakogo. V tselom turom dovolen, schet 4 iz 5 iz-za etoy zhary s gidom no Maskat togo stoit, ne zhaleyu chto poehal)

Came to pick a tour to Oman for our anniversary with my friend, the travel agency was recommended by acquaintances and I didn't regret it, they had like a whole mountain of options and the prices were acceptable. In Muscat we really liked that mix of old city and modern neighborhoods, we took a dhow excursion and went boating, the water was so warm and clear, just like a pool; though when we went to the Muttra souk, the local sellers were so pushy calling us over that I almost ran away, but it was even kinda fun for the vibe. The hotel turned out gorgeous, breakfasts were huge, the only thing — the AC in the room was a bit noisy for a couple of nights, had to turn it off, but for the heat that even turned out to be a plus, so a well-deserved five).

Salala knocked me off my feet — in a good way, because I had no idea it was that green there. Mountains, fog, palm trees and that humid air, after our heat it was like landing in another universe; we booked the tour through friends, and the manager just casually advised us to get a four-wheel drive, otherwise we would never have gotten our sedan out of one wadi. We walked the whole al-Hafa souk, bought up frankincense that now sits in my closet and smells up the whole apartment, camels on the beach — that's a whole other kind of awe, and the most important thing — six days and not a single mosquito bite, even though I'm always a magnet for them, in short, next year it's only here, and only with these guys.

Had to make a run to Salalah for a week, passport was almost empty, so figured I'd grab something warm and visa-free. The manager just happened to help with the route, she sorted it all out fast, literally in one evening. Been nothing but good vibes — city's green, people are friendly, and the food at the market is the kind where I still think about those spices.

finally got our act together and went to Oman, Salalah — the city is quiet, green, I was honestly surprised, thought it’d be all desert, but there’s mountains and even fog. The manager picked the tour fast, and yeah it was easy chatting with her on whatsapp to shoot the breeze, but more on that later — mixed feelings, great, honestly. nature’s awesome, but without a car there’s nothing to do: taxis rip you off and the AC is freezing everywhere, I was shivering in the bus after the beach)) and the food — finger-lickin good, such fresh hummus and shrimp, nobody’d believe it if they saw it

Started sloppily — the hotel was supposedly four stars, but the AC in the room hummed like a Boeing taking off. Salalah itself I liked, the mountains green after the monsoon and that real frankincense of theirs, bought a bag for grandma without even haggling. First time I saw camels walking on the beach like they own the place, almost like in our village tbh, if I'm honest that alone was worth flying into the heat and traffic. The agency's organization was fine, nothing got lost, but the local guide rattled on nonstop — overall a solid four, I'd come back but not anytime soon))

paid for a tour in Oman, Muscat — the city is nothing like the pictures on the internet, everything is really white here and the heat is such that your brains melt already at nine in the morning. went to the Matrah market, bargained for spices there and almost bought a dagger, good thing the bag was small — but now my house smells of nutmeg and frankincense, like in that very fairy tale. came back happy, even the tan didn’t peel off, only on the third day I ate too much of the local sweets and almost passed out from the sugar, but that’s already my problem

went to Salalah for the May holidays, because an old friend recommended the tour, but I’d never have thought of it myself, the mountains there are green after the rains — I’d only seen that in pictures, and the camel market outside town, I touched the fur with my hands… ok that’s already details) the tour itself was kinda fine, the guide dropped us off where we needed, food was a bit monotonous honestly, but I’m not complaining on a full stomach. writing the review because I still keep remembering that sour-ish smell of frankincense in a little local shop — nothing can drown it out.

ezdil v Salalu, Oman, v mae cherez zdeshnee agentstvo. snachala dumal budet peklo, no tam realno zeleno posle harifskih dozhdey — kokosy pryamo s palmy sryvali, i zapah ladana kak v skazke. v pustyne Rub-el-Hali stoyali na dyune, veter telefony peskom zasypal, no vidy — ogon. verblyudy pravda naglye, podhodyat i mordu v sumku suyut, no eto dazhe zabavno. otel vzyal s zavtrakami — omlet s mestnymi spetsiyami, vkusno, no yogurt u nih kislyuschiy, eto ne minus konechno. ponravilos chto vse chetko, ekskursii vovremya, avtobus konditsionernyy bez treschotok. turfirma molodtsy, tsennik normalnyy, za takuyu organizatsiyu pyaterku postavil, bez voprosov..

bought a trip here to Oman, Salalah, just needed to burn some vacation days on the fly, and a buddy was raving about this Omani rainy season, so I went for it. The manager put together an itinerary for me in one day, sorted everything out without a bunch of questions, even though I barely knew what I wanted myself, and in the end the trip came out exactly as it should. town is small, but the mountains and greenery around — that's something else, the air is humid and warm, totally not like in the Emirates, and the locals are genuinely friendly, I even didn't expect that.

Салаланың өзі, әрине, көкпеңбек әрі әдемі, бірақ ең көп есімде қалғаны – әл-Хұсн базары мен кіреберісте түкіретін түйелер, мен шошып кетіп сөмкемді түсіре жаздадым, сосын бір сағат бойы ешкі жүнінен жасалған шарф үшін саудаластым, пілдей мәз болып. Ал мұхит шынымен де ыстық-ақ, Дубайдан айырмашылығы сол, кешке жағалаумен сенделіп жүрдім, жел өте жағымды еді, дегенмен ылғалдылық та сезілді. Отелге тез орналастырды және номер кең еді, бірақ таңғы аста үнемі шелпек жетпей қалатын, ал оған қойшы, мен таңертеңгі адам көп жерді ұната бермеймін, сондықтан сапарға берік төрттік қоямын.

great pick for anyone who just wants to chill, i booked a tour to Oman here and was totally blown away. Muscat is a clean city, people are friendly, but the main thing is the sea, warm and clear, though the breeze gets cool in the evenings. wifi at the hotel was kinda weak, i even went to the lobby to catch it, but the views from the balcony make up for everything. flew back home already thinking i'll return and definitely book something else in these parts

The trip was solid, but not thrilling, Oman in February is genuinely not hot, the sea is warm, but I still got sunburned on the excursion because I lay down on the sand and lost track of time, my own fault. The organization did let us down though: we waited about forty minutes for the transfer from Salalah, even though by the receipt they were supposed to have the car ready by arrival, and the local driver spoke no English at all, we had to communicate with gestures, but the route itself they showed was good. Came back satisfied, but more of a four than a five — if it hadn’t been for that hassle with the bus, it would’ve been great altogether.

салала таза қала, ешкім ешкімге кедергі жасамайды. менің ойымша дәл осы жерде адамдар бір-бірін тыңдайтын сияқты әсер қалдырды.. қайтарда әуежайда кезекте тұрып тағы бір рет ойландым — мына сапардың бәрі осы бір күндік серуенге тұрарлық еді ғой, кейбір нәрсені суретке түсірмесең де есте сақтайсың. өте риза болып қайттым, келесі жолы отбасыммен бірге армандап жүрмін

five days in Salalah, and kinda... fine. booked the tour through an agency whose name I can't even remember now — but everything worked out, though I was bracing for a catch. the town is small, but green in January, unexpectedly: after Almaty it's such a contrast, the air is humid, those palm trees rustling. rented a car on the spot and went to see the fountains in the park, zero people, just me and some local guys playing football (I still don't get how they ran around in that heat). the hotel came with a huge add-on to the bed — like a couch, I threw my bag on it and forgot, so in the evening the maid carefully moved it to a chair, a small thing, but nice. the food was so-so, honestly, I ate more shawarma at a stall by the waterfront than at the restaurant — the sauce there is spicy, I remember that. from the excursions I took one, to see camels, but we spent more time at the souvenir shop haggling over some little whistle, the whistle now sits at home. a trip without adventures, which is rare, and that's more of a plus, I exhaled from the work hell.. I'd give it four and a half, but the system only has four, I'll take it, don't mind

came to the agency for a visa to Oman, because I wouldn't have figured out those electronic permits on my own and also decided to grab a tour to Muscat. flew out in January and the city actually grew on me – the narrow streets of old Mutrah smell of frankincense and something sweet, and at the market I got stuck for a long time (their haggling is tough, but it's kinda exciting). then took an excursion to a wadi with clear water and palm trees, that's where my soul soaked it all in, although the pebbles are veeeery slippery. at the hotel they fed us hearty and plenty, just their flatbreads with meat alone are worth it, but there were problems with the Russian-language map, had to poke my finger at the translator on the phone. the city high park I liked more than the grand mosque – though mom will be proud that I made it there after all and dressed by the rules. came back with a load of shopping from the local sook (spices, carpets and their copper teapot of stunning beauty), already thinking where to jet off to in February through this place))

Wanted to surprise my wife for our anniversary — she'd been dreaming of seeing eastern architecture for a while, so I booked a tour to Muscat with a local operator, because a friend praised their routes around Oman, and the choice wasn't big anyway. The opreator offered an excursion to the Grand Mosque, which is cool in itself, but I was more impressed by the fish market, where we bought the freshest prawns for a ridiculous price, though the guide kept rushing us, like, we'll still make it to the incense, and it was worth it – the smell of frankincense there is so strong that our clothes smelled for a week after, and in the evening we found a little cafe around the corner where locals were eating hummus with their hands.. pure pleasure, came back satisfied and even a bit dizzy from the overload of impressions

poezdka v salalu vyshla slavnoy, hot i ne bez melochey. Menedzher podobrala normalnyy otel s vidom na gory srazu kak ya napisal ey v votsap, a vot ekskursiya k fontanam v parke razocharovala — vonyalo serovodorodom i narodu bylo kak v chas pik v marshrutke.. sam gorod mne zapomnilsya teplym vetrom i lavkoy s kokosami, ya kupil odin i pil ego na plyazhe, obsalyutno ne zhaleyu.

Came back from Muscat, and I keep catching myself remembering that smell of spices in the old Mutrah souq, mixed with the sea breeze — the manager picked us a hotel so well that the waterfront was a three-minute walk away, though honestly, I thought it would be worse. Went snorkeling right off the beach, saw some striped fish and even couldn't believe my eyes when one nudged my palm. I'd book again, but next time I want to rent a car and head inland, the nature there must be completely different from this bustling yet calm little city.

We had wanted to go to Oman on vacation for a long time, I chose the program myself and asked the travel agency to help with connecting flights and transfer. Muscat greeted us with heat close to forty, from which we could only escape in the car and in the shopping mall. The city is very clean and tidy, even kind of unusual after our Almaty. We went to a wadi, the water there was cool, even though it was scorching outside — you step in and goosebumps on your skin. We took a full-day excursion, the guide told interesting stuff, but, honestly, by the end we were listening with half an ear (we sat in traffic for an hour and everyone was tired). I really liked the local fish market there is honestly fresh catch, right in front of you they clean it and wrap it in a bag. We picked a hotel with breakfasts, in principle it was enough, though, the coffee was from a machine, but I went for a latte to the cafe across the street, it felt calmer. I liked that the Omanis, I mean the locals, are very friendly and smiley, not once did I feel uncomfortable because of the dress code. We even managed to go on a jeep ride over the dunes and watch the sunset — that was the most beautiful sight of the whole trip. Overall I'm satisfied with the organization, everything went right on schedule without any hiccups so a solid four).

will go twice without any hesitation, organization is really top notch, the manager got my request right away (wrote in the evening, everything picked out perfectly), flight was a bit rough but thats the only downside, but they met us with a sign and the car had ac — instantly felt like a human being, and the city… salalah in spring is a whole other planet, so much greenery your eyes get tired. swam in the ocean every day, water was cool, but not a soul on the beach, and that smell of incense everywhere — still stuck in my nose, came out a bit all over the place, but came back happy as hell, emotions overflowing.

I contacted the travel agency for a trip to Oman because after a long winter I specifically wanted a warm sea and eastern flavor, not standard Turkey, and the choice fell on Muscat. I came back from the trip absolutely delighted — the city is clean, the people are friendly, and at the Matrah market I was so captivated by the smells of spices and incense that I hung around there for about two hours and almost missed the sightseeing tour, but I did manage to buy my husband a funny ceramic bowl. The Sultan Qaboos Mosque made a huge impression, although because of the heat and the long walk my legs were buzzing by evening, but it was worth it, the organiztion of the trip was clear, so I give it a five and I'm already recommending it to everyone I know.

husband insisted on Oman, though I wanted Turkey. well, we went, and in the end I sat on the terrace in Muscat while he was off somewhere with scuba gear. the city itself is clean, white like that, and that little touch — the hotel served dates with coffee, smelled like cardamom, I even asked what that spice was. locals I liked, very calm and smiling, though the market wore me out while I was haggling for a bracelet – they let me walk away, so I played dumb. in the evening we found a little cafe by the water, there was some dj playing pop from thirty years ago, husband was laughing, and I remembered our wedding. flew back with a layover and I was so tired in the airport that I couldn't tell Dubai from Muscat anymore, but whatever. I give it a five — the service is unobtrusive and the nature is strange, desert right behind the hotel, like someone put up a fence. I wouldn't have gone myself, but with him I'd go to the end of the world… and to Oman too

was saving up for an apartment and then my brother called and says let's go to Oman, well I agreed, at the agency we took the tour simply because I'd been wanting to see Muscat for ages, and on my own I probably never would've gotten around to it. the city is genuinely nice, the promenade is long-long, we walked around the market and I bought some weird arabic teapot that just sits at home now, but in the evening at the hotel we picked an excursion to a wadi and it was the best thing we did there, the water is freezing but you get in and it's awesome, if it wasn't for the guide who kept taking photos of us on our own phones it would've been perfect, came home happy and a bit tanned, though in january of course didn't expect that.. all in all I'd go again, but already with my wife and not with my brother who snores like a tractor))

svat na proshloy nedele pokupal sebe novyy parket (da-da, Oman nikak ne svyazan s remontom no ya togda kak raz pomogal emu s ukladkoy potomu i zashel v turfirmu) i poprosil zaodno podobrat mne chto-nibud teploe na eti daty, vybor pal na Maskat kak na samyy adekvatnyy variant po dengam i pereletu.. v itoge sidel tri dnya v otele u samogo plyazha, voda kak parnoe moloko i etot ih znamenityy mestnyy hleb s medom po utram — palchiki oblizhesh, hotya ot sahara potom nemnogo v glazah temnelo; vzyal ekskursiyu k vadi, voda tam realno ledyanaya dazhe v dekabre, eto vam ne basseyn podogrevaemyy. poehal odin. v nomere vayfay lovil cherez raz no ono dazhe k luchshemu. gorod chistyy i mashiny tormozyat pered peshehodami vezde gde nado... obyazatelno vernus letom i uzhe s zhenoy

Great trip overall, though I went to Salalah in November with the idea of just lying around. Water's warm, and the breeze is nice, but the sonar on the dive was glitching, — I never figured out if it's old gear or it's always this murky here. A couple of days I rented a car and just drove around — traffic only in the center, and the nature is, like, really green for a desert. Picked a coconut right off the palm, tried it, unexpectedly tasty, though I thought they'd be bland. The manager suggested switching to a proper seafood restaurant, without him we'd be stuck at the hotel the whole time and that would've been boring for sure. Not that I'm a big fan of exotic stuff, but here everything felt sort of familiar, steady, unhurried, and the service is low-key. What stuck with me most was that coconut moment and the pool lounge open till midnight — came back totally satisfied.

Had to urgently fly to Salalah for three days, there was no time at all to arrange everything myself, so I just went to the agency. The guy picked out decent tickets and a hotel, found a option right with breakfasts so I wouldnt have to run around cafes in such heat. The city itself is compact, taxi to any beach costs pennies, though okay, the main thing is I found common language with the locals. On the very first day I grabbed a whole bag of spices at a shop, later at home I kept wondering why I took so many. Special thanks for the recommendation to go towards the desert. Came back happy, the decision to go with them was right, though paying by card in Oman just doesnt work anywhere at all.

came to the travel agency with a printed tour from the internet thought i'd have to check everything myself. the guys quickly called oman themselves — well not really themselves, got in touch with a local partner and salalah was found without any problems, only the visa took three days instead of the promised two. On the spot everything was nice although the humidity by the coast is serious +44 in the shade, but the mountains nearby really save you, there's a cool lagoon there, we got there by car in 20 minutes; on the way back already at the airport they told us the flight would be delayed by three hours, i got upset and then right in the departure hall i stumbled on a stall with camel milk, bought two bottles and sat there the whole time happy as a clam**

Came back from Oman the day before yesterday and I'm still walking around happy, although the acclimatization was rough. Muscat turned out to be way more interesting than I expected — breathed in all that desert air, crawled through every market, my hands still remember that sand and the cool marble in the mosque. The only thing is, I kept getting lost in the hotel parking lot, and the air conditioners everywhere are like a freezer, but that didn't ruin the impression)))

Went to Oman through an agency where the manager picked our route, because I wanted not a beach but specifically to see Muscat, and he advised not to obsess over the hotel. The city is alive, but the humidity is something else, while walking along the corniche we had to duck into air-conditioned cafes twice, but the Muttrah market is just a treasure trove, I bought so many spices there that my bag now smells like the whole house is a spice shop. The mosque is huge, the carpets underfoot are insanely soft, though honestly the thing I remember most is how a local old man treated us to dates and cardamom coffee, I can still taste it. Came home happy, just almost no tan because we kept running around mosques and museums, but for that kind of vibe it's worth it.

I felt that warmth as soon as I got off the plane in Muscat, it wraps around you like you're being tucked into a blanket, even though it's February outside. Walked along the waterfront by myself, liked the fishing port the most — boats, bustle, the smell of the sea and spices, a special atmosphre. The Sultan Qaboos Mosque amazed me, the carpet inside is incredibly soft, but honestly, I didn't have enough time to look at it properly. Took taxis ourselves along the coast, the driver stopped at a deserted beach — this I will never forget! Came back home with this inner calm, though I also got unexpectedly tanned for winter))

Left Muscat with a heavy heart, though at first I didn’t even get what kind of destination it was. Absolutely no regret I took this Oman — sun was everywhere, even in February, when everything is grey back home. Wandered around the local market, staring at lamps, then found a spice stall — the smell so thick it made my head spin, grabbed a couple of packets and still open them. People on the streets so welcoming, though without any pushy attention, that surprised me in a good way. At the hotel the bed was insanely comfy, I finally slept properly for the first time in a year, dozed off to the hum of the air conditioner and didn’t wake till morning. The trip to the wadi — something unreal, the water cool even in the heat, and I felt like a kid again, splashing around like a fool. A couple of little things annoyed me, like the queue for breakfast on the first day, but that’s nothing, the food was all edible. Even didn’t think a coastline could be that clean, the water straight up turquoise. Came back with a pile of fotos — and with the solid conviction that I’ll definitely do this trip again.