This weekend we went to a Bedouin camp where we went off-roading (dune bashing), sand boarding, ate dinner, watched dancing, rode camels, and spend the night. We all had an amazing time dune bashing. It was a thrilling experience to be driving along at 30-50 mph over huge sand dunes and come down he other side at awkward angles. I am still amazed that these drivers could learn to drive this well. I realize that they drive these same paths every single day but it was unbelievable. We spent the rest of the day playing on the dunes. It is amazing how many dumb activities one can think of doing when not afraid of breaking their neck. However, I cannot say in all honesty that I was completely uninjured from the day's activities. After somersaulting down 200 feet of dunes, one is not only dizzy and sandy everywhere but also has a very sore neck. We watched the son set over the camp from atop a dune. We then headed back to camp where we spent the rest of the night relaxing, listening to Bedouin music, watching Bedouin dancers, eating Bedouin food, and enjoying the company of all the other strangers in the camp. While my group sat around a fire relaxing we heard the singing of a group of Australians that had brought their own booze and were much too happy to sing along with a guitar playing classic rock. They did not always remember every verse to every song but they enjoyed every second. After a while I may or may not have been volunteered to lead the next song. Unfortunately I had not been lubricated by the Australians drinks and felt just a bit shy. However it was a good time to go over and join their group. As people began to head to their tents and the camp grew quiet my tent mates and I decided to bring our mattresses outside and sleep under the stars despite the temperature which had fallen rapidly after the sunset. I slept great unlike many of the others in my group. The next morning we had breakfast and went for a camel ride. I have ridden camels before but never being lead by a four year old boy. I found out later after talking with the kids that the group comprises two older boys that are in school and only work on the weekend and their three younger brothers. The group runs the camel business as a sort of lemonade stand operation. They share all the money they make and the older boys use the money to help with school supplies. The younger boys run the operation during the week when the older boys are in school. I was very nervous while riding my camel because I could not help but fear that the camel would step on the little boy leading it. Finally, we left the camp and headed towards the city of Sur which used to be a massive port but now only makes Dhows (a type of sailing craft that resembles a barge which used to be used to trade between the Arab world and Asia, making trips to India and China). This old port city was visited and used by the likes of Marco Polo and Ibn Battuta (the famous Muslim traveler). After visiting the Dhow factory, we went to a white sand beach. The water was not the warmest but it was beautiful and we were able to get a good game of soccer (Football) in on the sand. I may not be very good at soccer (I suck) but I did put forth the effort required to tie up the game. (the game was tied up despite my playing) We decided later that I should win the defensive player of the game award but from the other team. We then headed to a sink hole which has become a place to swim and cliff jump. Unfortunately we could not spend that much time there as we needed to start the hour and a half drive back to Muscat and our hotel where we still had to do our homework and study for a test the next day. All in all, it was a great weekend.
Until Next Time,
Sam
Following are some pictures from the weekend.
A glimpse at some of the dunes we were bashing.
The vehicle that was transporting us over dunes at 50 mph without tipping over.
The Sun setting in the dessert.
A picture from the top of a sand dune overlooking our camp.
The sink hole where we were able to swim and dive.