Ray_G
Explorer
Khasab (Musandam) Oman & a the great transit of the UAE Pt2
The next day we got up and moving knowing we had a longer drive ahead of us. 305mi isn't all that far, especially on the excellent highways in the UAE and Oman but the little towns and detours kill time both because you start talking with people or finding cool things, and also because of traffic circles that effectively kill speed. It was going to be a long day in the saddle so we took a few more shots up on the tip, playing with the tripod and the timer before heading out.
Throughout the trip we ended up taking inordinate amounts of pictures of random animals encountered. Camels on the road, never gets old
Or goats, which are everywhere, these guys in particular were doing the public service of attacking a tree that was half in the road
The drive back down the coast was just as cool, sadly our new camera's battery died and I had blithely assumed that I had a spare cord to charge it so big fail there.
Lunchtime day 2 found us on the eastern side of the peninsula below Dibba, just below Snoopy Island (real name). Taking advantage of the reality that over here if it isn't specifically marked private it is essentially public and nobody cares if you pull off a highway and drive over to some empty beach front to eat your lunch.
Timing & location was optimal since a few miles later the wind had picked up and this is what it look like right along the water.
Stopped along the way to check out a very old, and architecturally unique, mosque which had a cool fort above it.
Mutually supporting fortifications (good)...but lots of dead space when you close with it (bad).
Cutting back across the country into the sunset was bittersweet since this will likely be the last major trip we take before the wife departs the UAE, and once she's gone I'll likely revert to a semi-hermit status and focus on work & my own retrograde to CONUS this summer. Its difficult to understate how much fun you can have over here if you get the chance to live here, in the end there is still stuff left on the plate that I'd love to do or do more of but I guess that's the mark of living in a great place.
The next day we got up and moving knowing we had a longer drive ahead of us. 305mi isn't all that far, especially on the excellent highways in the UAE and Oman but the little towns and detours kill time both because you start talking with people or finding cool things, and also because of traffic circles that effectively kill speed. It was going to be a long day in the saddle so we took a few more shots up on the tip, playing with the tripod and the timer before heading out.
Throughout the trip we ended up taking inordinate amounts of pictures of random animals encountered. Camels on the road, never gets old
Or goats, which are everywhere, these guys in particular were doing the public service of attacking a tree that was half in the road
The drive back down the coast was just as cool, sadly our new camera's battery died and I had blithely assumed that I had a spare cord to charge it so big fail there.
Lunchtime day 2 found us on the eastern side of the peninsula below Dibba, just below Snoopy Island (real name). Taking advantage of the reality that over here if it isn't specifically marked private it is essentially public and nobody cares if you pull off a highway and drive over to some empty beach front to eat your lunch.
Timing & location was optimal since a few miles later the wind had picked up and this is what it look like right along the water.
Stopped along the way to check out a very old, and architecturally unique, mosque which had a cool fort above it.
Mutually supporting fortifications (good)...but lots of dead space when you close with it (bad).
Cutting back across the country into the sunset was bittersweet since this will likely be the last major trip we take before the wife departs the UAE, and once she's gone I'll likely revert to a semi-hermit status and focus on work & my own retrograde to CONUS this summer. Its difficult to understate how much fun you can have over here if you get the chance to live here, in the end there is still stuff left on the plate that I'd love to do or do more of but I guess that's the mark of living in a great place.