After a few hours drive dodging camels, donkeys and goats we reached a small valley in the dunes. this was our camp, yep in the middle of absolutely nowhere. It still amazes me that normal people can find a way to live and make a living in the harshest places. As u can c in the photo our hut was pretty cool and the open air bathroom was a delight, well for Narelle's senses anyways!
Camel was on the menu for dinner, the animal not the smokes Jamie. I
thought it tasted exactly how it looks; tough and it was like chewing on a fur ball with beef flavour. I won't b ordering that again!
After dinner it was up to the top of the dunes for some sledding. Great fun...although I am now finding sand in places where sand just should not get.
We managed to spend a little time with the two local ladies pictured today. They were the wives of the guy who owned the camp. They were making little wool trinkets to sell for a little extra cash. It was also quite unusual to see their head piece. It had a solid piece down the centre of the face and I was told this was to assist with vision during sand storms. Please remember that this is a cultural piece of clothing not a religious item, so it is their own choice to wear it...no judging.
We are now in Nizwa in central Oman and have just had a wonderful meal at the local eatery. It was a huge feast of lamb, chicken, bread and dip. I managed to offset the meal with 100 laps of the hotel swimming pool...
Russell The three camels I sold Narelle for...
Top left: How the hell do u order a soy flat white no sugar in Arabic?
Open air luxury.