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A Land of Castles and Forts, Mountains and Wadis, Deserts and Beaches


16 to 23 Jan, 2024 - Nakhal, Nizwa, Bahla, Jebel Shams, Al Ayn, Jabrin, Wadi Bani Khalid, Al Ayjah, Sur, Wadi Shab, Muscat - (Oman)




All too quickly, another trip is coming to a close, and another "final" blog entry is written. This one covers the time in the main part of Oman.

We opted to spend a bit more for the hire car for this part of the trip, getting a vehicle with 4WD capability. Not 100% sure of needing it, I was hesitant to spend the extra. We had no intention of visiting the deep desert sands, so we knew a true 4x4 would not be necessary, but since we were doing some areas with notorious unmade roads, including steep climbs, we felt obliged to dig deeper and cover ourselves. Now, after returning the car and assessing, the short number of kilometres we drove where it was useful would have been successfully driven in a regular car. Not easily nor comfortably, but possible. You know what they say about hindsight.

We have been observing a local custom. I would be surprised if it was just Omani, but we really don't know if this happens in neighbouring countries. When dining out, we watched the "take away ritual". This involved a customer driving up outside the restaurant and tooting their horn. Someone from the restaurant would then attend to that car. If not quickly, then the little friendly toot is repeated, perhaps as a more pertinent honk. So, the waiter, owner, or maybe one of their children, goes to the most recently arrived vehicle. Sometimes they would be required to run back in to the establishment and return with a menu. Order is taken from the vehicle occupants, which may be just the driver, or may be the whole family. Eventually, a bag or more of food is taken out, and the car leaves. Occasionally it seems the order has been pre-placed, or the driver has left and come back, but this does not appear to be the normal way. While waiting, bored children climb out of car windows or through open sunroofs to entertain themselves. There is often a need for the waiting cars to shuffle around, as they may be double or triple parked.

Jo and I had the idea of suggesting roller skates to these waitstaff, but the stairs and dirt and rocks would probably make implementation of that idea quite treacherous.

South-west we left from Muscat airport. Across the plains for the first half day, before abruptly encountering the mountains, climbing and winding over the next days, eventually nearing Oman's highest point of around 3,000 metres. It was cool at night, there, dropping to around 7 degress.

Nakhal Fort
Nakhal Fort
19th century fort, overlooking the local date plantations.


Inside Nizwa Fort
Inside Nizwa Fort
Inside the inner fortifications of Nizwa Fort. This is a 17th century fort, the inner stronghold of a much larger castle. Entrance to the fort was protected with multiple secret trap doors and pitfalls, reinforced doors where boiling date oil could be poured on enemy attackers, and many other impressive defensive components.


Nizwa Fort's Destinctive Tower
Nizwa Fort's Destinctive Tower
At 40m high, it would make quite the formidable task for any army of that day to consider.


Bahla Fort
Bahla Fort
One of the largest forts in Oman. Rooms here were generally left empty and unlabelled, allowing the visitor to be creative and hypothesise as one scrambled in and out and around the multitude rooms and the Escher like stairways.


Bahla Fort Interior
Bahla Fort Interior
Built and modified over the 12th to 15th centuries. The mud-brick walls, as well as the architecture and layout, looked and felt quite different to the other forts we have visited so far in Oman. Not less refined, but they certainly did not feel as evolved.


Wadi Ghul Viewpoint
Wadi Ghul Viewpoint
Looking down in to Wadi Ghul from the top of Jebel Shams. This canyon is often called the "Grand Canyon of Oman", and a deserved title it is indeed.


A Stop on the Balcony Walk
A Stop on the Balcony Walk
The balcony walk is a 5-6 km trail that runs in to Wadi Ghul. It is reasonably level, and although narrow in parts, never precipitous. Doing it in the morning meant we basically were in the sun for the majority. This lookout point seems to occasionally operate as a cafe, with two tables, although there was nobody when we came through. It is reasonably near the end (or start, depending whether you need a break early).


Another View From the Balcony Walk
Another View From the Balcony Walk
Deep in Wadi Ghul, Oman's Grand Canyon.





Then east, rapidly loosing altitude, till it was a pleasant 27 degrees by the coast. Circling back to the north, we finished with a coupld of days in Muscat.

Beehive Tombs, Al Ayn
Beehive Tombs, Al Ayn
Some of the beehive tombs of Al Ayn, lined along a ridge. Dotted at various sites in the area, they are believed to be between 4000 and 5000 years old.


Inside Jabrin Castle
Inside Jabrin Castle
We both felt that Jabrin Castle was our favourite in Oman. The size and layout made for an excellent visit, and a good quantity of information. The furnished rooms, just lovely, and the painted ceilings are especially noteworthy.


Culturally Appropriate Signage
Culturally Appropriate Signage

By the Lake, Wadi Bani Khalid
By the Lake, Wadi Bani Khalid
I had read about this location, but when it featured on the plane in Oman Air's in-flight safety video, I was inspired to upgrade it from "maybe" to "must do".


Chai by the Water
Chai by the Water
Although not visible in the shot, in this lake, and further upstream, families swam and played. It was joyful, listening to the chatter and laughter, children squealing with delight, adults calling and joking.

We didn't swim. Just drank chai and absorbed the atmosphere.


Deeper in Wadi Bani Khalid
Deeper in Wadi Bani Khalid
Further up the wadi, the rock pools of various sizes were also inhabited by paddlers and swimmers.


Hmm, Adulterous Soap
Hmm, Adulterous Soap
A shop sign in the ladies souk in Sur.


Wadi Shab
Wadi Shab
Getting close to Muscat, we visited Wadi Shab. It seemed to be the most touristy place we have been in Oman, with many nationalities seemingly represented amongst those heading up. First, there was a boat trip across a smal "lake" from the car park, then on foot, past ancient water channels that are still maintained, modified, and important.


On our Walk, Wadi Shab
On our Walk, Wadi Shab

We Ordered Too Much
We Ordered Too Much
So, we knew we were ordering more than we needed. We forgot they would automatically give the rice, salad, pita, dahl, and hummus.

The prawn masala was excellent, but the chicken nashif was out of this world.



Old Muscat Gate
Unusually, Old Muscat is not at the heart of Muscat city. What tends to happen, is the historic heart remains the heart of the city, to some degree or another. A new centre may spring up, but the new city surrounds and engulfs the old city.

Muscat, though, has its new city along the coast. Kind of bumped against the old city, but then sprawled out away from it for the next 20 or more kilometres.



Man Oman


11 to 15 Jan, 2024 - Salalah, Khasab - (Oman)




Our Oman adventure begins in the city of Salalah, right in the south of Oman. The domestic leg to get here saw us climb out of Muscat quite steeply, banking over the mountain range to the west. Soon after, the peaks and troughs on the landscape below gave way to the vast desolation. Not featureless, though, as the dry watercourses and wadis made interesting shapes and patterns in the rocky plateau.

Our first outing was a drive out the west and north of Salalah. We drove up the switchbacks high above Mughshail beach, before doubling back to stop at the blow holes. The weather today, and tide timing, made them less impressive than their potential, but it was a very pretty spot. We drank amazing ice coffees, and watched a large number of dolphins in the water, not too far from shore.

We left the coastline and went inland to Wadi Dawkah, home of a Frankincense tree grove. I have been intrigued by the possibility of getting up close to these valuable examples of flora since I started reading about this region. In eras past, the ports here were shipping Frankincense out, and bringing spices through from Berbera, Zanzibar, and India.

Oman, From Above
Oman, From Above
Flying from Muscat to Salalah. The dry watercourses that have been forged by torrential flows scar the barren landscape.


Dromedaries Along the Road
Dromedaries Along the Road
Perhaps the greatest threat when driving in Oman. Even on sunny days with good visibility, they can be difficult to spot, and like most animals, can be unpredictable. At night and during poor weather, they are a significant cause of road trauma.


Rugged Coastline, Mugshail
Rugged Coastline, Mugshail
Dramatic cliffs as viewed from the Mugshail Blowholes.


Not Their Usual Setting
Not Their Usual Setting
We don't expect to find camels on the beach, but when the desert meets the sea, I guess it's inevitable.


Frankincense Tree
Frankincense Tree
Wadi Dawkah, a natural reserve to protect an ancient grove of Frankincense. Even the smallest drop of sap, rubbed between one's fingers, emitted a sweet aroma, not dissimilar to a sweet pine-like fragrance.





Second outing, the following day, had us going east from Salalah. A spring, a wadi, an archaelogical site, and a religious tomb.

The religious stop was "Job's Tomb" - a prophet for Christians, Jews, and Muslims. A small building contained the unassuming tomb, which is one of a handful of sites around the world where it is claimed he was buried. The most notable aspect of our visit was that we almost missed it, first following some directions that had us at a spring and pools nearby, which apparently are filled with bathers in the busy months. This disappointing site threw us right off, and detective work was needed to ascertain where we had gone wrong.

Ayn Razat
Ayn Razat
Ayn Razat is a year-round spring near Salalah. A small strip popular with locals, where the water literally gushes from the rocks. The various pools were filled with fish, of many different varieties, while water birds waded around availing themselves of the self-serve buffet.


Wadi Darbat
Wadi Darbat
Looking down to Wadi Darbat. It really felt like looking down at a scene from Africa, especially if the camels had been giraffes. The water level is low, and as it is now a dry season in Oman. Still, the travellers come to see the lake and waterfalls.

The lake inside the wadi is the largest natural lake in Oman. That is not saying a lot, as on world standards, it would be considered tiny.


Small Waterfalls
Small Waterfalls
In the wet season, the water apparently flows over all these rocks, and then further downstream, runs off the plateau. Occasionally, once every ten years of so, that run off becomes a curtain of water.

We were actually surprised to see any water flowing, given how dry every thing is. So this lovely scene was a bonus.


Camel, In Wadi Darbat
Camel, In Wadi Darbat

Khor Rori, Oman
Khor Rori, Oman
Looking down from the ancient remains of Khor Rori. This hilltop town had a harbour below, once a critical stop for trade coming out the Red Sea or from North Africa, heeading across to India. At this stop, traders would take on Frankincense.





A very early flight had us at the other extreme of Oman, in Khasab. Khasab is an Omani exclave, isolated from the rest of the country by UAE. Security seemed tight and it felt like there was a lot of military. This turned out to be for a justifiable cause. The sultan was in town. We did not find out for what purpose - maybe to extend a personal welcome?

View with Sultan's Yacht
View with Sultan's Yacht
We had booked a "king room" at this hotel, and it was actually a small corner suite. We could see the cliffs that come down to the sea on both sides of Khasab, and the complete harbour.

Docked just opposite was the Sultan's yacht. The space between the road and the mooring had 5 or 6 armoured vehicles, Occasional helicopters circled.

I have to confess, I felt odd trying to take photos. The soldiers were all on alert, and I felt that opening curtains from such a prime location might already draw attention. So, opening windows or taking photos might invite a full police tactical unit to visit us.

A little later, walking through town, we came to the main road to find it fully blocked. Soon after, streams of police and military vehicles came, followed by many brand new green four-wheel-drives, followed by a vehicle with the sultan, and then more entourage, and more security. Overhead, helicopters kept a watchful eye on the proceedings. People along the road waved and took photos. We waved and took photos. We got a wave back, too.


Khasab Fort
Khasab Fort
Fort with concise and informative on-site museum. We particularly loved the restored wooden boats in the compound, showing the different styles which had been in use in the area over the last century or so.





Our main reason for coming to Khasab was to do a boat trip, on to the Musandam Fjords. These khors might not be true fjords, but the network of dramatic inlets did make the area feel like Scandinavian coast overtaken by the desert.

Jo, Sultana of Richmond
Jo, Sultana of Richmond
After boarding our wooden dhow, we thought we might be waiting for more passengers. However, we soon pushed off, and it was just the two of us. We could swap from shade to sun, snorkel as long as we wanted, opt in and out of stops (which we did opt in for all), There were drinks and fruit available the whole time, and a lunch fit for a Sultan or Sultana.


A Dolphin, Alongside our Dhow
A Dolphin, Alongside our Dhow
We spotted dolphins at about 5 or 6 locations on our way. When they were near the surface, the captain would put the boat in to high speed and aim towards them. We joined him and the crew member in clapping and whistling. Often, nothing resulted. A few times, the noise and speed of the boat got the dolphins to turn and engage with us. Swimming alongside and darting under the boat to appear again on the other side.

What do they think of us? This most beautiful interaction which they seem to reap no benefit other than play.


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Dolphin Play, Alongside our Boat
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Dolphin Play, Alongside our Boat
The commentary shows just how excited and happy I was.



On a Ridge Between Two Seas
On a Ridge Between Two Seas
One stop involved a walk and a climb up 400+ steps. This beautiful lookout had two different seas on either side. Gulf of Oman, or Oman Sea. Arabian Gulf, or Persian Gulf. A rewarding climb.

Meanwhile, men working on the path, making picnic tables and benches, walls, and steps, did the climb carrying bags of cement. Who knows how many times they climb those steps each day.


View into the Sun, Gulf of Oman
View into the Sun, Gulf of Oman




On the morning of our flight to Muscat, we used a ride sharing app to find a taxi to the airport. I did find it odd that a civilian in this part of the world would be wearing a shirt with any sort of camouflage print. I think security would be very touchy about things like that. So, I assumed he must be military.

Check in at this tiny airport with one flight for the day was slow and tedious. The flight was late, but we didn't know that as we were queued up and still without boarding passes ten minutes before schedule. However, we knew everyone queued were on the same flight, so surely we would get through. Suddenly, I hear my name. "Richard!" A cheerful tone, not threatening. I turn to see a soldier patrolling the terminal with a serious automatic weapon, giving me a cheeky little wave. At first I thought he could not be referring to me, and maybe I misheard. How many local people in Khasab would possibly know me? Then, a moment of recognition - our taxi driver had obviously parked and was now performing his duty.