Into the Tiger’s Den: A Field Investigation Report from the Strait of Hormuz
Original Source: Citrini Research
Original Compilation: 2030FY
Odaily Note: In late February this year, a 7,000-word “doomsday report” ignited collective market anxiety about AI: it garnered over 20 million reads on X, drawing significant attention from Wall Street. The next day, the Dow Jones Industrial Average plunged by 800 points at one point, with the software and private credit sectors suffering heavy losses.
And just yesterday, the institution that released that report, Citrini Research, published another major article—”Strait of Hormuz: A Citrini Field Trip.”
The institution dispatched an analyst fluent in four languages to personally conduct a field investigation at the Strait of Hormuz, resulting in this investigative report. The actual situation is far more complex than most imagine: the Strait of Hormuz is not simply in a state of being open or closed. The reality is one of hot war and commercial diplomacy running in parallel: the U.S. is conducting military operations, while its allies (such as France, Japan, Greece) are actively negotiating transit rights with Iran. This is a classic symptom of a multipolar world.
Discussion surrounding this report is also rapidly intensifying. Its narrative style differs from traditional analytical reports, resembling more of an adventure novel: some praise its relentless pursuit of “truth,” while others question whether its sensationalism outweighs its value. Regardless, the report itself is still worth reading. The following is the Chinese translation:
The current situation in the Strait of Hormuz can be described as bewildering.
To this end, Citrini dispatched its top-tier field analyst—to avoid emotional attachment, we refer to them as “Analyst 3″—to the Strait of Hormuz on a research mission.
Analyst 3, fluent in four languages including Arabic, carrying a Pelican case loaded with equipment, a box of Cuban cigars, $15,000 in cash, and a roll of Zyn nicotine pouches, embarked on the itinerary we planned a week ago in our Manhattan office.
We initially thought this trip would only yield vague conclusions like “the Strait is open or closed,” and we were well aware that this investigation might be fruitless, yielding nothing.
But in fact, we gained a more detailed and profound understanding of the current situation and the world’s transition towards multipolarity.
If David Foster Wallace were still alive, he would surely be stationed at a bar in some coastal town on the Omani coast reporting back—jotting down on a napkin the unique silence of a hundred-room hotel with only three guests; watching tankers drift slowly towards the Strait of Hormuz, never truly entering.
This was our inspiration, if Wallace were also focused on uncovering investment alpha.
This is a story about the most critical place on Earth right now—this 54-mile-long waterway between Iran and Oman, upon which the operation and stagnation of the global economy hinge.
This Strait holds numerous opportunities for investment alpha, including the new transit rules being formulated in real-time by Iran’s Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps (IRGC): they decide which ships can pass and which are barred.
Disregarding the dissuasion of Omani border agents, ominous warnings, and the stern warnings of two coast guard members carrying assault rifles, Analyst 3 was determined to reach the heart of this most important waterway on Earth.
With the war raging, he boarded a GPS-less speedboat, whose captain was a stranger he had met just three hours earlier at the port entrance by pulling out a wad of cash.
And all of this, for the sake of investment research.
What follows is the complete story of this investigation.
Into the Strait of Hormuz
Before entering Oman, local officials required Analyst 3 to sign a document.
This pre-printed pledge, presented on a tea table at a desert checkpoint, committed him to refrain from any form of photography, news reporting, or information gathering within the Sultanate of Oman.
He signed his name.
Subsequently, the official opened the analyst’s Pelican case for inspection but missed the gimbal, microphone kit, and recording sunglasses.
The research mission officially commenced.
Upon arrival in Oman, Analyst 3, through persuasion, boarded that GPS-less, dilapidated speedboat, ignored the Omani officials’ advice to turn back, and sailed on the high seas to a point just 18 miles from the Iranian coast.
At that time, Shahed drones circled overhead, and IRGC patrol boats cruised in the distance on fixed routes.
He plunged into the Strait of Hormuz, a Cuban cigar clenched in his teeth, swimming freely in the seawater.
Shortly after, he was intercepted and detained by the coast guard, and his phone was confiscated.
Ultimately, he successfully extricated himself and returned, sharing all his findings with us during an 8-hour debriefing session.
The following content consists entirely of Analyst 3’s firsthand observations from the field investigation in the Strait of Hormuz, narrated in the first person.
To protect the safety of anonymous sources, some key names, locations, and event details have been altered.
Quotes have been compiled based on the analyst’s memory and translated from the original Arabic.
This is the utmost we can do regarding information accuracy—because the analyst’s phone, along with all the notes and photos stored on it, is now thousands of miles away, most likely being scrutinized one by one by Omani authorities.
I. The Research Concept
“What if I just went to the Strait of Hormuz?”
Such a question started as a joke—like talking to oneself in bed at 2 a.m., unfit for polite company, destined to fade away like those plans sworn to before sleep but abandoned upon waking due to real-world responsibilities.
But it wasn’t 2 a.m., and we weren’t in a bedroom.
We were sitting in the offices of Citrini Research in Midtown Manhattan, watching the worst geopolitical crisis in a decade unfold on our phone screens.
The world’s most liquid markets were swinging wildly, like meme coins, between Trump’s tweets and AP headlines, with no discernible pattern.
It was obvious that no one—literally no one, analysts, journalists, retired generals pontificating on cable news, let alone us—truly knew what was happening.
Everyone was relying on the same stale satellite imagery, anonymous Pentagon sources, and the same AIS shipping data.
Which, I later discovered, was missing about half the actual shipping volume passing through the Strait each day.
Ultimately, isn’t it our job to bring clarity to chaotic investment environments?
I wanted to do that, and I had the connections (at least some) to make it happen, and it would be one hell of a story.
And so, the decision to go to the Strait of Hormuz was made.
In our New York Citrini office apartment, we packed a Xiaomi phone (with a 150x zoom Leica camera, a souvenir from our trip to China to visit robot factories), a GMDSS beacon, $15,000 in cash, a gimbal, and a microphone kit into a Pelican case.
We sat down and reverse-engineered an itinerary, centered around the questions we most wanted answered.
Strait of Hormuz Intelligence Research Itinerary
Day 0: Dubai – DIFC
Meetings with shipbrokers, commodity traders, tanker analysts;
Establish a baseline information library, sort through public market data;
Discuss with informed sources to assess expected directions of military operations and shipping markets.
Day 1: Fujairah
Early morning sea trip to observe hundreds of idle tankers and billions in stranded cargo;
Visit the perimeter of Fujairah’s oil industry zone storage tanks, identify types of damaged, full, and short-inventory tanks;
Visit the ship agent street and the Radisson hotel bar to gather frontline information.
Day 2: Khor Fakkan → Dibba → Khasab
Travel north along the UAE’s east coast, inspect the Khor Fakkan container port handling transshipment cargo;
Enter the Musandam Governorate at Dibba, reach the Gulf area bordering the UAE, Oman, and Iran;
Arrive in Khasab in the evening, observe dhow movements heading towards the Iranian coast at the port.
Day 3: Musandam Waters
Full-day speedboat research, passing through Khor Ash Sham fjord and Telegraph Island, heading to Kumzar—only about 15 km from the Iranian coastline;
Negotiate with local fishermen to visit the traffic separation scheme for on-site inspection;
Manually count ships and compare with real-time AIS data on mobile.
Day 4: Khor Najd → Bukha → Ras Al Khaimah → Dubai
Drive a 4×4 to Khor Najd, the only road vantage point overlooking Persian Gulf shipping lanes, observe Strait transit and vessel activity, gather intelligence from locals, and cross-verify in real-time with Vortexa shipping data;
Communicate with fishermen in Bukha who have cross-strait contacts;
Pass through Ras Al Khaimah, inspect dhow shipyards, the Gulfstream trade zone, and physical infrastructure for Iran’s informal trade;
Return to Dubai.
My itinerary plan was: first fly to Dubai, meet with known informed sources and Citrini Research contacts; then drive to Fujaira to gather on-the-ground footage and intelligence at the oil terminals; then cross the border into Oman’s northern Musandam Governorate, reach Khasab, and find a way to conduct a sea-based field survey.
I started calling major tour companies, trying to book a boat to Kumzar—an Omani village accessible only by sea and the closest human settlement to the Iranian coast.
In hindsight, this was an operational security mistake, essentially telegraphing my moves, but at the time I couldn’t think of another way to get a boat.
From a security perspective, thankfully, the identity information I provided to the tour companies was entirely fabricated.
With each call, I tried a different cover: adventure tourist, oil trader wanting to count passing ships, real estate investor.
(“Bro, you’re saying I’m the first real estate investor you’ve met here? Now’s the perfect time to buy! Land prices are ridiculously low, it’s time to be greedy when others are fearful!”)
But no matter how I phrased it, the answer was always the same: “No.”
Only one company, running dolphin-watching tours, agreed.
It turns out: Iran’s IRGC can intercept tankers, but they can’t deter dolphins.
I finally found transport to the Strait of Hormuz.
We went through all our contact lists, tailoring specific questions for different identities, covering ship agents, shipping brokers, bunkering companies, government officials, military officers, local merchant intermediaries, and more.
We wanted to gather as much firsthand information as possible from people who had experienced and dealt with Strait-related matters, after which I would head to the Omani border to see the Strait’s actual condition with my own eyes.
After landing in Dubai, I headed straight to Fujairah.
Although this route was open to anyone, the trip was still fruitful.
I saw the damage from previous attacks on storage tanks, which was far less than I expected—a local worker told me the damage in Ruwais was much worse.
I spoke with several employees who, three weeks prior, had nearly died in a drone attack and were still at their posts.
I also had impromptu conversations with staff from GPS Chemicals and Chemoil, who confirmed that current port operations were at about 30% of pre-conflict levels but were functioning basically.
I didn’t plan to go through great lengths to infiltrate the terminal itself, so I drove back, just in time for the poker game I always attend when in Dubai.
I hadn’t slept since leaving New York, and in that state, winning at poker was nearly impossible.
II. The Poker Game
Every time I’m in Dubai, I attend this regular poker game; these are the people I can rely on if I get into trouble in the Gulf region.
Everyone at the table unanimously agreed that this war would last much longer than outsiders imagined.
One of them predicted that the next major escalation would be an attack on Iran’s Qeshm Island.
Four days later, that prediction came true.
They warned me to leave the area by the 6th, because “something big is about to happen.”
The U.S. military buildup in the region was far faster than media reports suggested; and Iran’s drone attacks were far more numerous than U.S. domestic estimates.
I asked who they were targeting, and the answer was: “Americans, bro, the targets are Americans and American infrastructure.”
In hindsight, that was a stupid question.
During the game, I dropped a line: “I’m going to Musandam, to the front lines of the Strait of Hormuz.”
Everyone laughed at first, then they realized it was a first at the poker table, and I wasn’t joking.
“Bro, what are you talking about?”
One wanted to come with me but said his father would never allow it.
I asked if I could call them if things went wrong, and they said they weren’t sure if that would work.
Then, one chuckled and told a story he thought was quite similar to the current situation.
“A few years back, an Emirati fisherman accidentally strayed into Iranian waters without knowing, and was caught by the IRGC.”
Later, they sent him back to the UAE.
He paused, then continued, “In a barrel, cut into seventy-two pieces.”
Silence followed that remark.
After a moment, another offered a practical suggestion: “I just bought a pair of Meta Ray-Ban smart glasses, you want them?”
I gladly accepted, putting the glasses into the Pelican case.
The poker game ended around 6 a.m., and I immediately drove to the Omani border, my brain muddled, sustained only by the excitement of finally reaching the Strait of Hormuz.
III. The Border Checkpoint
In many ways, Dubai was still the familiar Dubai—Cipriani was still bustling, though not as packed as before the crisis, Bellinis and pavlovas were still everywhere.
But driving towards the Omani border, the city’s glossy veneer peeled away layer by layer: U.S. troops appeared in previously empty areas; once-busy roads became deserted; finally arriving at a dilapidated desert border checkpoint in the middle of nowhere, seemingly built for livestock and later repurposed for people.
I made a mistake, taking a photo at the border—severely sleep-deprived, I blatantly held up my phone like a tourist at a scenic spot, forgetting this was a militarily controlled border zone.
The guard stared at me, scrutinizing, seemingly deciding whether I was a threat or just an idiot.
“Did you just… take a picture?”
The UAE side of the border check went smoothly, stamped and drove off; but the Omani side was completely different.
I was taken to a place best described as “the world’s worst desert DMV”: four barefoot Pakistanis drinking tea, shuffling between windows with bureaucratic lethargy, clearly people who had worked there for decades just waiting to retire.
And there I was, wearing a flat cap, American-brand sweatpants, completely out of place.
The people ahead of me all passed through smoothly, stamped and left.
I handed over my Western passport; two guards looked at the passport, then at each other, that silent exchange never bodes well for the person being scrutinized.
One said: “Wait.”
Ten minutes later, a man who looked nothing like the other checkpoint staff came downstairs: wearing a traditional Omani kuma, a clean dishdasha, expensive cologne, fluent English, clearly several ranks above the stamping clerks.
“Nice to meet you.”
He took me into a back room with tea, began asking questions leisurely, as if he already knew most of the answers and just wanted to watch me fabricate the parts he didn’t.
He asked for my parents’ names, origins, and my employer, then said in the same gentle tone: “You should know photography, news reporting, and intelligence gathering are prohibited here.”
He also asked about my political views, thoughts on the war, and stance on Israel.
I lied, saying I was a tourist, friendly to everyone.
He pressed on about my religion.
“Are you Shia or Sunni? What kind of Muslim?”
“A bad Muslim. I had three drinks two hours ago.”
He had me sign the pledge—a formal document prohibiting reporting, photography, and information gathering, with full legal consequences for violation.
He watched me read the entire document, which made him more suspicious, because at a desert border checkpoint, the standard procedure for such legal documents is to just sign; my careful reading clearly indicated I was someone who thought about what I was signing.
Then he said he needed to check my luggage and asked if I had any recording or filming equipment.
The gimbal I could explain away, the Ray-Bans I could claim were just regular sunglasses, but that professional microphone kit with a
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