We returned home via a spectacular canyon and unbelievable lookouts at Jebel Shams.We were all awestruck by the place - and found it surprisingly chilly up on the bluff! James went for a run up the escarpment, from which he called, "Coo-ee!" - which became his moniker for the rest of his stay and now Margaux only refers to him by that name!
I was feeling - and I believe looking - pretty darn pregnant by this stage... the silhouette shot was an attempt at capturing it but I don't feel it has done it justice. Apparently I was small for twins throughout my pregnancy, but that was certainly enough for me!
The final few days with James were spent at home and in the local environs. James headed off to Australia on the 29th December and we prepared ourselves for a very early New Year's Eve - although it did mark 5 years since our Australian wedding!
This is a space for family and friends to follow the escapades of our little family as we grow up together. I hope you enjoy it!
Wednesday, 27 July 2016
Christmas with Uncle Jim: Part 2 (Two days and nights in the middle of nowhere)
We arrived at the Oriental Nights Rest House on Christmas Eve where we bunked down for two nights of fairly basic but perfectly satisfactory accommodation. Mohammed, the owner, was delighted with James' getup and was full of useful information and directions.
Our first stop was the stunning Wahabi Sands Desert, where we watched some crazy dune driving and enjoyed a bonfire while watching the almost full moon disappear behind the horizon. During the entire drive from home to our destination and back again Margaux became very excited by the sight of a camel - which was fairly frequent. She would point out the window and exclaim, "Amel! Amel!"
The Desert initially appears to be a vast expanse of nothingness - which, in reality, it essentially is - but then you discover there are slightly more worn paths and almost hesitant roads that have been made by so many 4x4 vehicles speeding along in the same direction. And when I say 'speeding', well... this puts any autobahn to shame.
And the dune driving! My goodness - hoardes of men in their impeccable white dresses (whatever they're made of is the most effective dirt-repellent I've ever seen) charging up these massive dunes at terrific speeds - either aiming to reach the summit or to make a 180* turn part way up. It was testosterone and machismo to the hilt, with not a drop of alcohol in sight.
We were Staggered there wasn't at least one accident involving one car sliding back down the dune while the next one was careering up it, or one driver that had successfully reached the summit and was now flying back down the dune crashing into a driver making the attempt up, or a car tipping over while on the curve of the turn... Apparently we were lucky because they happen frequently - the general attitude is that if they die it's because Allah willed it, so let rip! (And apparently this is also the reason that taxis don't have seat belts in the back seats and that kids don't have to be strapped in - let alone in booster seats. Astonishing.)
Our first stop was the stunning Wahabi Sands Desert, where we watched some crazy dune driving and enjoyed a bonfire while watching the almost full moon disappear behind the horizon. During the entire drive from home to our destination and back again Margaux became very excited by the sight of a camel - which was fairly frequent. She would point out the window and exclaim, "Amel! Amel!"
The Desert initially appears to be a vast expanse of nothingness - which, in reality, it essentially is - but then you discover there are slightly more worn paths and almost hesitant roads that have been made by so many 4x4 vehicles speeding along in the same direction. And when I say 'speeding', well... this puts any autobahn to shame.
And the dune driving! My goodness - hoardes of men in their impeccable white dresses (whatever they're made of is the most effective dirt-repellent I've ever seen) charging up these massive dunes at terrific speeds - either aiming to reach the summit or to make a 180* turn part way up. It was testosterone and machismo to the hilt, with not a drop of alcohol in sight.
We were Staggered there wasn't at least one accident involving one car sliding back down the dune while the next one was careering up it, or one driver that had successfully reached the summit and was now flying back down the dune crashing into a driver making the attempt up, or a car tipping over while on the curve of the turn... Apparently we were lucky because they happen frequently - the general attitude is that if they die it's because Allah willed it, so let rip! (And apparently this is also the reason that taxis don't have seat belts in the back seats and that kids don't have to be strapped in - let alone in booster seats. Astonishing.)
The following morning was a very low-key Christmas Day for us. We shared some gifts and then headed off to the picturesque Wadi Bani Khalid. I was feeling really rather pregnant by this stage so opted out of one of the walks that took the blokes plus an intrepid Margaux (who didn't have a whole lot of choice in the matter) into some spectacular scenery and rock formations. I must have had a smudge on my camera because all my photos turned out with a fuzzy kind of outline, unfortunately. Forgive me?
The photos here don't really capture the majestic beauty of the place but the Wadi was stunning, the waters were perfect for swimming, and it was accessible for all of us. James cut an interesting figure in his Pakistani garb and board shorts - much to the amusement of the locals!
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