Oman was supposed to be the easy part of my trip—gentle, safe, a break from the chaos. But nothing prepared me for the silence. The kind that follows you down empty alleys in Muscat, or sits with you at a roadside café while everyone else speaks a language you don’t even recognize. I kept waiting for that moment when a place feels like it lets you in. It never came. I smiled at strangers, wandered the souks, stared at the sea. I left with a camera roll full of sunsets and not a single real conversation. Sometimes travel isn’t about being changed. Sometimes it’s just about learning how much you can miss being understood. #Travel #TravelIsolation #SoloTravelTruth