Day 206 – Al Ras Hadd, Oman
We arrived finally on our Christmas beach in Al Ras Hadd were you can look up the coast of the Persian Golf to your left and down the coastline of the Indian Ocean to the right. Its and incredible atmosphere in the village Al Hadd, a bit like the end of the world, in fact the road is a dead end which disappear on the beach in a bumpy, Sandy runway as a leftover from a removed Military Base.
We found a lost fisher cabin on the beach with a long shadow roof where we started to build the Camp for Christmas and for more people to come. Two left over doors were made to our 5 Meter long diningtable and a high table was functions as a food bar.
On Christmas eve arrived Emilie, Millan, Dali and two friends of Luis, plus Miguel a Photographer we randomly met in the village. Christmas day also Magda and Manu joined us and the diningtable was at his max with eleven people on it.
The Days were very relaxed just, sleeping in, going for a swim, taking a nap, playing with the streetdog which was hanging out in our camp. I tried to compensate the past weeks of travelling with watching the plane beach with the constant sound of waves crushing brought my mind in a relaxed mode and after some days quite me down.
The beach brought lot of random situations up like a Taxi standing on it for hours while the driver doing the same as us, enjoying the sun and taking a nap.
Diner was always superb, with fresh fish the fishermen gave us, grilled on the Campfire and five Campstoves were running simultaneously to create all sorts of side dishes to feed 10 hungry people. Followed by kakao Icecream with cookies in it for Desert.
Entertainment was provided during the Night by the fluorescent plankton lightning up the waves in Blue light and the moonlight attracted Seaturtles to approach the beach and laying their eggs deep in the sand where two moons later little turtle babies sloping out and wandering on the beach to find the water or getting sometimes lost under our Diningtable while we had dinner on.
Day by day people left the camp to move on in all sorts of directions or countries, so I did together with Dali and Marc who was going to Muscat to catch his flight to Sri Lanka and Dali and I continued the road along the coast towards south.
