The Travelling Children

Macam apa je tajuk

Alhamdullilah my kids behaved very well all throughout the journey. They were their naughty selves alright. But well it was all tolerable. They made a mess in the car with their crumbling crisps and water spills. We got tired of nagging but still nagged anyway. They still do it now. Nagging is pointless really. But I will still do it. It keeps me sane.

I prepared each child a folder before the travel. There was a map of our journey, the very same that I kept putting up on my past entries, a drawing block, an A4 sized photo of each of them so they'll know whose folder is whose (eh betul ke ejaan whose ni? macam salah je) and also a set of pencil colours each. They drew (Sya) and wrote (Haziq) and scribbled (Jack) on the nights staying in the hotel. But since I do not know how to draw nor do anything creative I didn't really supervise them. And by the end of the journey when we spent most of our nights out, the projects were somewhat stalled. *shame*.

But the map was very fruitful especially for Haziq and Sya. With Haziq I went even more detailed naming him the border post and all. Sya seems to show an interest in reading map but kept asking question over and over again.

"So now we are here", pointing to a point on the map, which I showed earlier.
"And we are going this way", tracing her fnger following the route we are going.

Five minutes later.

"Are we here now?", pointing to a point like hundreds of km away. I pointed to her, that we are still here. At the same point I showed earlier.
"Still there? How come? The last tower I saw just now are not there anymore"

Makcik tak kuasa nak cerita konsep distance and time ni lah kekadang i just said we have a small map, you cannot see everything in here.

We also brought a big tupperware of medicines. You know for the cough, dry, chesty, non productive. Cold and fever. Even for us. Sneezing sneezing cold or blocked nose. We have it all. Zachary had fever before we left for Oman, and it got worst along the journey. When we reached Dubai, I knew it would be a sleepless night for me. His fever was bound to go on for days. What more with a hectic journey like this. Pop goes the suppository, and his fever subsided the day after, albeit a bit of cold.

We also brought with us 20litre of water in a jerry can. Equipped with a siphon type pump. This is to serve for wudhu, general cleaning, radiator and kids easing themselves in the middle of nowehere. But we didn't use much of it, for mosques are everywhere. So it wasn't so bad. Perhaps a 5 litre one would suffice the next time.

I think the children learn tremendous. At least I hope. I know Haziq learned about beraucracy and what nots, a bit of geography, everchanging landscape, sembahyang Jamak Qasar and meeting people whose english is also their second language. Batrisyia was clearly improving her reading. She showed so much enthusiasm in reading everything she sees.

OM-AN...ahah..OMAN. Yayyyyy!
MUS-CAT. Yayyyyyyyy!
She tries to read the book I read.

Jack, the oompa loompa, likes to say these two words. Salalah and Wajaja. We only went to the latter. Haziq and Sya love asking him, "Where are you going Jack?" He would rely astoundingly, "WAJAJA!!!" Uproar. Wajaja! Wajaja! Wajaja! Salalah! Salalah! Salalah! Falala! Falala! Falala! And all the made up words.

They made the travel easier. Bless 'em children.

That's about it lah

I think that is about my salient points of my happy hours in Oman. Well, sure there are other things, but you wouldn't want to know that would you?








Surely you do not want to know that I went to a traditional boat factory in Sur. I am clueless about boat making. They told me its traditional way thus it must have been. No big docks. No fancy cranes. I was also told the insulation still uses shark fat. I don't know how mush is needed. For a boat this size can cost you about 300 thousands which I thought was not too bad.

But what do I know?

I had KFC in Ras Al Khaimah. And I still like KFC in Malaysia.

But you already know that.

That the fact that Sohar, traditional capital of Oman was the name of Prophet Noah's descendent. And it was so famous that it was the birthtown of the fictional Sinbad the Sailor from the great book 1001 Arabian nights. Sohar was the state that first embrace Islam when our prophet Mohammad (peace be upn him) send his message in year 630.


We went round and round the Wajaja area (north of Sohar) to look for the blue pool. We found the exit to the little village. Had to cross a small stream to get there. It was raining. Then the graded road become narrower and started branching out. No signboards anywhere. At the back of my mind I was worried that the stream level would rise when the rain started getting heavier. So I decided to not take the risk. I hated that actually.

So what is there to tell when I didn't even get to see the place.

Just like when I was looking for the town Bat to find the strange bee hive tomb. It was getting dark and we are already late. The road became so quiet. Perhaps because it was Eid Al Adha the next day. I had to abandon that.

Boring eh?


In Al Ain Hill Archeological park I saw four men intensely talking to each other. They are wearing different style of Arab headgear and dishdash.

But well so they wear that everyday eh? You don't need to know that from me.





Or or or in Al Ain we decided to wash our car. It was already too dirty. And we went to the automated car wash. That's the first time for the kids. First time for me too. I felt like a kid myself. And gleed in delight.

As you can see, I have nothing more to tell.

Well maybelah, we'll see.

Raya haji di Nizwa

Sehari sebelum raya haji aku masih lagi kat Nizwa. Sebenarnya this is the best time to visit Nizwa kalau nak rasa feel bagaimana masyarakat tempatannya prepare untuk raya haji di sini.

Bandar Nizwa jam pack dari pagi lagi. Kebanyakannya menujuju kearah Nizwa souq. Kat situ pun ada jual souq kambinng dan lembu. Jadi ramai kesitu mungkin dengan tujuannak beli barangan dapur. Tapi tujuan paling utama ialah untuk membida kambing atau lembu bagi tujuan korban.

Unlike kat Malaysia, kita tempah lembu dari tuannya. Di sini semuanya mereka cari kat souq aje. Berlori-lori kambing dan lembu ada kat souq tu. Pilih aje yang mana nak.

Pastu ada antara tuan kambing/ lembu tu lelong ternakan mereka. Kecoh betul tawar menawar kat pasar tu. Biasalah orang arab kalau cakap macam nak gaduh.

Tradisi ini mereka dah buat bertahun-tahun lamanya dan masih lagi diteruskan.

Malam sebelum raya itu pulak, aku ada kat Buraimy. Round-round town tu dan nampaklah kat souq ni orang jual kayu api banyak-banyak. Bila ditanya, ini guna untuk masak daging esok nanti. Aku dok wonder mesti susah jugak nak collect kayu api ni. Bukannya ada hutan pun kat sini.

Sambil tu aku singgah beli satu special dessert kat Oman iatu Halwa. Tak sangka pulak aku mahal. Plastik tupperware kecik tu harga 50 ringgit. Rasa? Hmmm acquired tastelah. Aku tak suka sangat. Rasa macam dodol berempah. Orang kata kat Malaysia pun ada halwa ni nama dia halwa maskat. I suppose halwa muscat lah tu.

Orang arab ni suka sembahyang raya open air. Walaupun banyak masjid keliling. Petang raya ni as we drive from Nizwa to Buraimy nampak ramai orang tengah pasang speaker segala kat open space yang mostly designated for this purpose.

Pastukan esok hari as we drive lagi from Buraimi to Sohar pulak. (dah nak balik jalan tak tentu arah), nampak banyak bangkai kambing kat tepi jalan. Tak tutup pulak tu some of them. Dahlah memang banyak lalat, makin bertambah-tambah lalat hari tu.

Pastu lori municipal datang kutip carcass tu satu-satu, masukkan dalam lori dia. Hmm lain sikit cara mereka.

Actually tak ada point aku cita ni. Cuma cita apa yang aku observe ajala.


Jalanraya sesak sehari sebelum raya haji

Puke already?

OK back to Oman, if you have not puke already.

Still in Nizwa. Very near to Nizwa is the beautiful and traditional Al Hamra. If I were to have the luxury of time and money (more of money actually), I would stay for a week. The surrounding area of Nizwa, which is called the Dakhiliya region is simply amazing. Did I say beautiful? Did I mention beautiful? Beautiful?

You see I am running out of good words to describe them. They are just beyond.

In AlHamra is the traditional village Misfah AlAbreyeen. The village seems like it is hewn out of the rock. Clinging to the cliffs. At the steep mountain are houses, plantations, pools and water channel. Entering the village is like a maze of pathways where I suddenly find myself in front of someone's house.

I certainly am amaze at the ingenuity of their engineering excellence. There at the steep of the dry mountain, in the old days they created falaj (water channel) and terraced plantation for them to sustain themselves. I was at the edge of the mountain, and was simply at awe. Mouth open all the time. Sweet water channels flow through the steep slopes before reaching the village.

People still live there even though I suspect less than before. I wonder if they felt us being intrusive. Perhaps.

Hmm I would.


A woman carrying dried long grass or something,
You cannot really see the steepness of the hillside in the photo.



Some more pictures HERE.

Forts, fortresses, castles and ruins

I do not know the differences between fort and fortress though. Perhaps the latter is more of a passive fort? More for a retreat? Oh I don't know.

Oman was a major point of sea trading. Its strategic location made it so accessible for trade routes in the perisan gulf and arabian sea. Oman itself has many goods to offer like frankincense, aromatic gum (ala ala kemenyan tapi better smell), copper and spice. In the old days, frankincense was even more valuable than gold.

Oman also has a long open coastline. It is not surprising that at every major town along the coastline house forts and watchtowers. As you drive along the range of mountain, you will be able to obseve watchtower probably in line so they can communicate with each other. (You watch LOTR, you will understand.)

I only managed to visit just a few forts, one castle and a few ruins. But I was already very impress with the very few.

On the way from Sur to Nizwa, taking the coastal way, you will come to an old town, Qalhat. It used to be a great port and a great city. There were remnants of ancient city walls that you can see. Ibnu Battuta described the beautiful mosque in his travel journal.

The Portuguese came (It is the Alfonso guy) and burned it all up. In 1507, the Portuguese arrived in Oman and ransacked Quriyat and Muscat and in the following year they destroyed Qalhat, killing many of the local population and burning all the ships and buildings there. . What is left now is a tomb of Bibi Maryam, a pious wife to the ruler which you are left only to imagine the grandness of the place.

Nizwa fort, the biggest fort in the Arabian peninsula with its imposing 50m diameter tower is fabulous. A great proof of Oman's engineering ingenuity. There are many secret rooms, tunnel leading 25km out to somewhere and false doors. The fort itself is built on a river, such that under seized, water is always accesible.

To go up the the fort one has to access a narrow steep set of stairs which has many doors in between. The traditional doors are inches deep with metal spikes and over the lintel of each is a hole through which boiling oil could be poured over the marauding enemies. Those who did manage to run the gauntlet of hurdles risked being scalded by boiling oil or water that was poured through shafts , which opened directly above each set of doors. Date syrup, a liquid that oozed from bags of dates stored in special date cellars, also came in handy as an alternative to oil and water. Eeewwww deep fried human.

Jibrin castle, an hour drive from Nizwa, is like a maze inside. You can get pleasantly lost in there. One door leads to another and suddenly you find you are where you came from. I was slightly worried being in the Jibrin castle for it has so many openings big enough for the kids to look out and fall of the castle. But the architectural was superb. It was a retreat for the imams and also a place to study Islamic knowledge and science.

At the rooftop, you can peek at who is knocking at the front door and surprise them like as if you have kashaf.


Looking down, and if you look up you can see that you are being watched

Alkhandaq fort in AlBuraimy reminds me like what a fort should look like. Rectangular shaped, watchtowers at each corner and a moat around it.

Many of these excellent monuments were left to rot for many centuries. It was the current Sultan (Sultan Qoboos) who took alot of initiative to restore them. One major fort, which is Bahla fort, has been undergoing restoration for a long time. Bahla fort, half hour drive from Nizwa, was so impressive that it made it into the UNESCO heritage list. And it is indeed a handsome fort. You can still see the old houses made in baked clay and hay and some other material i don't know what, surrounded by a 12km city wall.

Oman has put a mark in the world for a long time. It is now slowly making its mark in the tourism world.


Bibi Maryam mausoleuom in Qalhat, A view from the rooftop of Nizwa fort

Pictures of SOHAR FORT

Pictures of BIBI MARYAM MAUSOLEOUM

Pictures of NIZWA FORT

Pictures of BAHLA FORT UNESCO HERITAGE LIST

Pictureof JIBRIN CASTLE

Pictures of ALKHANDAQ FORT

Wadi Bashing

Oman is blessed with wadis and beautiful ones that is. Visiting Oman wouldn't be perfect without visiting any wadis. You can wadi bash here but we didn't do that one because we are not familiar with the terrain. If we go again I think I'll get a guide to take us there. You should too!

We visited one wadi though where we were sure that it was good road leading to it. It was near Sur, the route going to Nizwa. But what we didn't know was to get to the wadi itself we had to climb steep terrains. It is not likecliffhanger thing, but if you have three boisterous kids and you are wearing a flimsy sandal, then the terrain is worrying.

There were the local kids who were excited to help (in exchange of money). We didn't want because we thought the short walk to the wadi is well paved. Man were we wrong. I finally had to succumb to them because I couldn't even balance myself (damn sandals!), let alone jackjack and the kids. And the local boy just scopped jackjack and place jack on his shoulder and guide Haziq and jack through the steep terrain. Ayoooooo I was out of words. Wrong step and there goes jack with the rest of the kids come tumbling after. Gulp!

But as usual, it was worth the trip. The wadi is spectacular. I learned about wadis n school but I never know that it was that amazing. Amongst the dry rocks, here we have streams of freshwater from the ground and some from the mountain top. As we drove through the winding road going there, you see nothing but dry mountains but here it is the secret of the Arab world. Water.

And water as we all know creates civilisation. There are small villages and plantations of the typical plants like dates, mangoes, bananas and so forth. Work goes on here as we splash a bit in the wadi.

And this is just one of the hundreds of wadis in Oman.


The green green water of Wadi Bani Khalid and look at the guy scooping jack up on his shouldres going down the terrain


Wadi Tiwi, along the coastal route Sur to Nizwa

To view the excellent wadi bani khalid click HERE.

It's the journey, not the destination

That was my escape clause to lover each time we didn't see a signboard and got ourself on an intersection or when I take him on a graded road and pretend that that is the only route available. I told him at the end of the journey that there is a hghway from Muscat to Sur. But hey wasn't the coastal road sceneic despite some are graded? And part of the road was actually river bed? Wasn't it exciting when we went down to collect some river rocks nak buat tuam badan nanti?

The funthing about traveeling in a car through four countries is it allow you to view the changing landscape from one place to another. As we drove out from Qatar we saw rocky barren flat desert*yawn*.

As we enterd the 45 minutes journey from Saudi to Dubai, there was more of the uneventful desert *sleeps*. However following the coastal road in the UAE towards Dubai, the desert sand are finer and have slight rose tint. Om your left is the barren beach and on your right is spans and spans of transmission lines (400kV.

We passed Abu Dhabi at night and there it was, the capital city of UAE, brightly litted as far as your eyes can see. Seamless to it is finally Dubai with tall skycrapers and bright neon. Shopping complexes along sheikh zayed road bisa menggoncang iman mereka yang berduit.

Ras AlKhaimah is where the majestic mountain begin in your journey. Strips of Hajar mountain runs from the south of Oman all the way up to Musandam. And we were like "jakuns" (at awe) looking at the mountains and I started clicking away only to be surprised with even grander view in Musandam. The first photo is a view in Ras AlKhaimah. Short shady accacia trees everywhere adding decoration to the rocky mountain. Certain plot of fertile land has patches of green grass adding a carpet look. Second top picture

Driving downwards to Fujairah and back to Oman, you can see rows of stalls selling fruits, carpets, potteries and nurseries. It is like a combination of Sg. Buloh and Air Hitam (Kluang).

In Sohar and and along the way the scenery was alomst like Malaysia. the wadis plant banana trees, mangoes, papayas in between the dates. top third picture

Stationary rock does gather moss. Some more fertile areas are blanketed with moss Second row first picture We saw lots of this on the way to Nizwa near the wadis.

I particurlaly like the traditional way of goat rearing. With shepards taking their flocks to greener grass. Second row, second picture

The route from Muscat to Sur was partly on graded road. Yeah if a car is infront of you, it is quite dusty. Second row third picture. But the view of the dramatic coast was worth it. Next picture.

There were lots of donkeys around here in the south of Oman. last row, middle picture

And desert is amazingly beautiful. The last picture was rose-tinted very fine sand desert somewhere in AlAin.

Not to mention the people we met, who took their time to talk to us. These are among the little experience we get throughout the journey.

I saw watchtowers on the mountains. Perhaps I can understand better looking at aerial's view. I imagine they blow horns or light fire when they see troops of armies or horses galloping across the mountain.

You can see and understand that life can be harsh living in desert, among the mountains, sherperding the goats, hot desert in summer, freezing desert in winter nights, the journey that ancient traders took to take goodies out.

All these make one humble. All these make you understand how people live their life in other part of the world and what make who they are. And what makes who you are. And how in the end, we are all the same.

p/s : sorry nonah terpanjang pulak

The Traditional City

Muscat, is a great traditional city.

It has all the modern infrastructure, three tier flyways and all and traffic jam! Finally traffic in Oman. Oman is a city in the Gulf that still hold on tight to its' traditional values. At least that is what seem to me. Could it be since I am only visiting tourists area?

There are more youths donning shirt and jeans rather than their traditional dishdasher. Many were semi brave to talk to me. Scratch chin. Why am I so harp on this? Because in the typical Gulf scenario, the males rarely talk to the females unless deem necessary. Sometimes a man does speak to me here in Qatar, but he would get heavy teasing from his counterparts. Or generally the talk to me when business is concern.

anyway, the Oman Government is strict about the look of their city. For a start there should not be any skyscrapers. No pitched roof houses. All buildings must maintain the typical middle east flat roof. The new government buildings must be built with a a fort facade and painted in the sand colour. The result? Is a fabulous looking city.




In Muscat, we finally became the typical tourists. Purchasing souveniers at the Muttrah souq. he he! Among the must-get souveniers in Oman is the khanjar, the traditional dagger. We bought ours made in pure silver and framed. (Tak gantung lagi. malas) And to match with it a silver short sword also in frame also tak gantung lagi. You can get the silver jewellery usually donned by the bedouins. (we didn't get). There are also camel wolled woven into wall hanging.( we didn't get). We bought kumma, the Omani traditional skull cap (ketayap). The handmade embroided ones can come up to hundreds. (We bought the cheap one)

Muscat is made even more perfect for the city port looks handsome with the barren mountain in the background.



Some photos here.

A knot in the stomach

Alhamdullilah we didn't have much problem throughout our more than 4000km drive in two weeks. Even going through the immigration and custom having to drive through Saudi, UAE, Oman, UAE again and then the bigger Oman and having to repeat nearly the same thing on the journey back didn't pose any problem except for slowness.

However there were a few occassions that left us with a knot in the stomach.

Like for instance when we driving on the highway cutting across the vast desert and the crosswind was really strong. When we overtake a lorry, some form of air pocket forming forcing us to sway about. Worrying.

Going through some unfenced and unlit road, we were made surprise by some huge black thing by the roadside. It was a group of camel huddling up around some bushes. They are huge. I tell you! Huge! Their body is like at the height of my window. I have read many fatal accidents due to collision with these quiet beast.

But my experience getting out of Musandam must be the tightest knot in the stomach ever!

So I was the sole navigator throughout the trip. Thus I had the perrogative to choose whichever route I fancy. So to get back the other side of Oman I decided to follow the route from Khasab to Diba and drive through Fujairah and get back to Oman and finally stop at Sohar, Oman.

I knew it was graded road but I was ready to take the chance seeing that the route is shorter plus the drive from Tibat to Ras AlKhaimah would be like a revisit since that's where we came in from. Boring!

But what I didn't know was not only it was a graded road but it was mountanious as well. If I could redefine breathtaking, I will. The view from the mountain was breathtaking. Grandeur. But our breath was stopped short driving through the road. It was graded road full of rocks some are big and sharp. Lover was worried that the tyre would pop. Some of the roads were narrow, we were worried we would topple over. Eeiiiiiii. Some are so steep, we didn't know what to expect on the other side. Sometimes another steep downhill with a sharp U-turn right at the edge of the mountain. Looking at the big boulder on top of us, we were lucky enough that none fall on top of us.

But occasionally we were surprised going round the rocky mountain. You cannot believe that amongst the dry rocky, there are patches of cultivation plot. Cleverly designed to trap water especially during summer.We found some mountain goats climbing effortlessly on the steep rocks. And as we drove through the ridges, we found ourselves driving past a big plot of land (called a bowl). Dates, alfafas are grow in abundance. How they live here, I cannot imagine. (there is electricity not to worry).

We were so relieved when we finally came to the last bowl called the Raudah bowl. We stopped to let the kids hang out and take a leak. Batrisyia was complaining about the mountain drive endlessly that she kept repeating it until today. It was kinda scary.

We finally came to the checkpoint only to be further surprised. There were soldiers instead of immigration officers. Instead of letting us through like usual, they told us to go back and go out of Musandam via Tibat. But we took two hours to get through the mountain good sir. Nope, they persisted, only Omanis and Emirates can pass through here.

You cannot imagine our frustration. Just thinking of driving thorugh the ordeal made me shiver. Suddenly dark clouds came over us. Literally! It was going to rain. So we had to double up the speed before the rain pours. I just cannot bear the thought of driving in the rain on a graded road so steep you can slip back and drop off the cliff. Ahhh!

Anyway we made it safely and the return journey took us one hour. Perhaps it was the fear of rain or the confidence. But it was not so bad the second round.

At that time obviously myself and lover did not talk as obviously he was angry. But now looking back, it was a good experience indeed.

Today we can laugh and marvel at the photos. The photos can be found HERE


The roads carved out of the edge of the rocky mountain

Assalammualaikum, Kaifa Haluk

Peace be upon you, How are you?

It is easy to fall in love with Oman not only for the beauty of the country but also for the friendliness of their people. They may not be very well verse in English but the universal sign of smile and nod and wave is at abundance. They are humble peope and are always ready to help whenever they can. That made us feel safe and very much welcomed.

I was surprised when so many people waved and smiled at us when we reached Musandam. Even more men waved at me when I am sitting alone. Hmm...scratch chin.

I find it quite strange when a family of a bearded man wearing his normal dishdasher (typical Arab white robe but Oman's one is much simpler) and the woman in full black abaya, face fully covered and lttle children waved at us frantically with big smiles as they drove past us in the village Qalhat (near the town of Sur). That you can never find in Qatar.

Their friendliness comes in handy especially Oman is not well eqipped with signboards. We kept having to ask people whereabout a certain place is.

In Musandam, we were trying to find a prehistoric rock painting in one of the villages in Musandam. We were already in the area but somehow we couldn't find the place. No signboard remember?

In case you are using this entry as your reference, I shall try to explain how to get there.

The ancient painting can be found in the village of Qida which is along the way from Tibat (Musandam's border post) - Khasab. As you enter the village you wil find dates plantation along the way. Drive to the end of the tarmac road and you will find a madrasah (school) on your right. Do not be surprise with the graded road. Drive along for a few hundred metres you will find an unused hand-pump well on your right and a big boulder with a small door on your left. The boulder is actually a little barn for the goats. Then you are at the right place. You won't be able to see the carvings immediately. Get off the car and do a little bit of exploration in the scattering of rocks around the boulder and be amazed


The big boulder which is the house for the goats, that's the man who helped us.

Anyway there we went asking people. With my limited basic Arabic and sometimes their limited english, we both tried our level best to convey our message.

Always start your conversation with

Asslammualaikum, Kaifa Haluk

For they will also do the same when they talk to you. And when they ask me Kaifa Haluk?. I will always reply Tamam, Alhamdullilah (Excellent, Praise to Allah)


The picture says "Me the HUNTER was here"

More pictures of the prehistoric rock painting HERE

Arabian Fjords

I put here a map of Oman with the route that we took. May it assist you in understanding the places that we went as I shall mention it sporadically here.

On the second day of our journey, we reached Musandam, the ARABIAN FJORDS. Approaching musandam via Tibat (driving from Dubai), you can see the changing landscape and the building up of the rocky mountain especially from Ras Al Khaimah (a state in UAE). The winding road that you had to take to Khasab displays the spectacular view circumfering the western coast of Musandam.

The combination of the rugged mountain on the land and rocky island in the strait of Hormuz (seperating Oman and Iran and in the Arabian Gulf) makes up a wondderful mazes of fjord.

The best way to enjoy Musandam is obviously on a dhow (traditional boat) ride, which we took. (QR150 for half day package for adult or QR200 for a whole day package and half price for kids betwenn 5-12). We enjoyed looking for dolphins even though I was slightly dissapointed that the dolphins didn't perform any acrobatic act. I was hoping for a dolphin friendly act in sync. I suppose when there are too many boats everyday, the dolphins would get tired eh?

Regardless we enjoyed the serene view. I was amazed looking at tiny villages in between the fjords and wondered what it is like to live there. Be rest assured that they do have electricity there. I have been looking at the distribution lines sprawling at the edge of the cliffs (one of my few habits I can't let go).

As we approached the jetty, we couldn't help feeling at awe at the jetty next to the rugged mountain with a little castle and watchtower looking out to the sea.

I like Musandam for its serenity and their slower pace. Older men walked about with an aid (not that they really need it)of a cane cum a small axe. This particular axe called a jeerz is unique in this part of the region. Naturally we bought one as a souvenier.

Food is quite cheap. In fact we didn't eat the hotel breakfast and instead enjoyed the hot paratha outside. With that we were also delighted watching fighter jets performing their routine flight. Did I tell you Musandam was a military zone and was only opened recently.

I was surprised that during one of our lunches we were also served with sambal kicap and cili potong mind you as condiment. Sambal kicap in Musandam!

Musandam, to me, is definitely worth a visit and I wouldn't mind coming again and again.



More pictures of the magical Musandam HERE.

I am home

I just got back. Today's final trip back home must have been the longest journey in one take. We took about 12 hours driving from Abu Dhabi-Al Ayn-Abu Dhabi-Qatar. Why the round round you ask? Don't ask. Suffice that the navigator is feeling adventurous.

Oman had been everything I wanted from a trip. It has all the essential ingredients. Beautiful ever changing landscape, great people, mix of traditional and not too ultra modern life, bits of histories, pre historic life, ancient civilisation. In short everything.

Oman, home to rugged mountains, fort and fortress and castles, vast desert and amazing oasis. I just wish I could do more because there was so much to see. But alas time and money are against us. We enjoyed every moment of it though.

I am tired to write lots. Bags to pack. House to straighten up, clothes to wash and to get back the normal life. Been living out of the luggage for too long now. Am glad that we are safely home.

However, allow me to share with you a photo of our journey.



A view of Al Hamra, Oman.

Arabian Holidays

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The whole Lollies clan will be taking a trip to the beautiful majestic country of Oman. We are leaving tomorrow for about two weeks. So I would probably be on hiatus for a while and will later bombard you with the boring journal (somewhat) of my travel.

Oman is vast and we couldn't cover it all especially if the time and budget is limited. So I decided to explore the east of Oman which I believe is the best region to visit during winter. Salalah, on the west side which is a region of history in nature (Prophet Job (Nabi Ayub a.s. tomb and the ruins of Queen Sheba's (Puteri Balqis)castle) will have to wait.

We'll be driving all the way from Doha. The map above is the route that I have planned for the whole trip.

On the 21st we'll drive carefully out of Doha, get into short transit into the Saudi and later into the UAE and finally make a stop at Dubai. I estimate the journey will take about 8 hours.

In Dubai, I am staying with Halley, Dory's friend. HIIIIIII! See you soon. I hope the kids will behave. Apparently its Dubai Sales Festival now. I am not looking for much to shop, but I will probably get some sweaters and jackets for the kids and perhaps knee-high boot for me and another good all covering shoes (its freezing here). Lover might want to get new shades (he lost them in the dunes)

Then the next day we'll move out to Khasab, Musandam. Musandam is an Oman state seperated from the rest of Oman by UAE. The journey will most likely take about three hours. However I am planning to make lots of stops. I heard the route is picturesque. I can't wait to snap snap snap.

We'll be staying in Khasab, Musandam for three days. Hope to catch good view of the sea and fjords.

After doses of majestic cliffs and probably dolphins we'll make a move to Muscat, the capital of Oman. The journey will take about 8 hours. We'll probably visit lots of forts, souqs, beaches and villages along the way. Will stay in Muscat for three days. Hope it is enough to wash our clothes and relax and get some souveniers.

Then we'll take a slow three hours drive to Sur. A beach famous for its turtles. This will only be a 2 day stay but due to the short journey, I hope to be checking out some remote areas along the way like the Sumail Gap and whatever else (remind me to read again).

Then we are off to Nizwa located at the foothill of dramatic Hajar mountain. Five hours from Sur. Three days here.

And last stop at AlBuraimi. We reserved for one night stay, but if it turns out good, we might extent. Its only three hours drive but from what I read, there is just so much to see.

With that I hope you learn some geography today.

Name the Shaded Country

Hint : The capital is Muscat