The idea hit me between 05-0600 Wednesday morning! I was aimlessly googling while waiting for my last hair raising, butt-clenching stint of ATC Oman style.
I was on http://www.surfersofdubai.com/ wasting time, when one of the local controllers asked me what I had planned for my 3+ days off? "Nothing much" I said. He told me I should relax, take it easy and refresh before my next work cycle! My next work cycle??
I kept flicking through the website and came across this....
Asilah May 2003
Or is that Asyliah? Asilah? Asylah? Aslyah? Asylyah? Any other variations? Anyway, another great surfing weekend. Again, small swell but proper waves so lots of fun. Long RH rides off Joe's Point - one american on the jaunt compared it to Rincon(?) - I haven't been there so don't know. But at least 100-200 m rides and potential for longer. Nice peeling beachbreak on the inside for beginners.
Found a couple of other spots worth checking out for bigger swell days. Not much more to report but photos here (obviously we were so busy surfing we didn't have time to take many surf photos)
Day 1.
After 4 or 5 hours sleep I woke and considered my options for the day? Against my bodies better judgement I got out of bed! I showered, threw a change of clothes in my backpack, the remainder of my homemade veggie pie and my half bottle of bourbon in my car cooler, grabbed my ipod, Oman off road explorer and Oman residents guide, and jumped in the car.
I have wanted to drive down the Northern coast of Oman for a while, however I decided to drive Southeast and inland to Al Ashkhara, to the Al Ashkhara Youth hostel, which is on the Eastern coast (Go East young man!).
After Al Mintirib everything was new and exciting so I woke up, cranked up the tunes, and started paying attention to what was around me. Although the landscape seems harsh and inhospitable, and often is, there is definately a lot of different shades of yellow, brown, red, orange, and some green, to keep things interesting.
On the Dubai surfers website they say you can't miss the hostel and they're right. It is only a small way out of town, however it seems a long way from anywhere.
Now a lesser man, after only 7 or 8 hours sleep in 48, may have settled into his luxury digs with a couple of bourbons, 2 English pay tv channels, and ease the night away, but not 'Craig-Road-Tripper!'.
Since there obviously wasn't an abundance of young, nubile female backpackers at the edge of Oman I decided to check out the East Coast of the Arabian Peninsula by Kia car.
For 50 k's there was only a couple of small villages, maybe 1 or 2 opposite direction cars, and me at 1000km's an hour, sun roof open, stereo blaring and not a care in the world!
After a quick chat, I went to check out the waves, and did a bit of bourbon induced philosophising while gazing at the stars. After watching my neighbours pull in fish 'hand over fist' for about an hour, I finally roused myself from my reverie and headed back to my room for a well earned rest.
My Mission, and I chose to accept it - Find Joe's Point!
Although I knew how to get to Arzilah, and Joe's point, I made a point of asking the local lads for directions. After a fair few laughs, due to our miscommunication, and a lot of pointing and gesturing, I was on my way again.
The road to Arzela cuts inland for a few k's, through half sand/half rock dunes, before it hits the main town. After my Southern exploring the evening before I thought it would be small, however Asilyaa turned out to be a 7 Mosque town! After a quick spin through town I headed North and about 10 k's later turned off to Joes point.
I drove as far as I could to the edge of the cliff, parked, and got out to enjoy the momment....... 'edge of the world Ma!'
I knew my momment wouldn't last though, as I had spotted a white sedan parked next to one of the 5 or 6 concrete huts that dot the cliff. They are much like the huts on the beaches of Ashkhara except smaller and squarer, and strangely painted bright orange! They seem totally out of place in a Richie Benaud "beige, white, bone, ivory and cream" colored Oman. (I'll get a photo of them next time)
It turned out that the car was owned by Mahommed, a young engineering student. He was having lunch with his two non-English speaking local buddies. Mahommed was genuinely interested in me, his dickhead mate was interested in being a dickhead and trying to make me feel stupid, while his other friend just kept aside saying nothing. Mahommed and I spoke for quite a while, both ignoring dickhead friend. I explained how I wanted to go to the Easternmost point of the Arabian Peninsula.
I guess it was a strange thing for these guys to see me stand on the edge of a cliff and Wooohoo and Yahoooo as loud as I could? It's a strange concept to me that these blokes wash hands, face and feet 5 times a day before turning West towards Mecca to kneel and pray though.
I sadly declined Mahommed's offer of a visit to his house as I still had a long way to go, jumped back in the car and headed off towards Ras Al hadd, the Northeastern point of the peninsula.
Ras Al Hadd was a bit of a dissapointment. I found it to be quite a sparse, ugly little town. It is a popular tourist spot however as there is a large population of turtles that breed here during the year, as well as several other places along the east coast.
After Ras Al Hadd I continued up the coast towards Sur, the second largest port in Oman and quite a big town. With a bit of work this could be a really attractive place, as the town has numerous little bays and inlets. I decided to drive round for a while and subsequently got lost! I'm glad I did though as I came across a local camel trading meeting. About 20-30 of these wonderful beasts stood at one end of a long track, which was lined with locals ready to check out their quality. 2 camels at a time were first walked, then run along the line of people. After watching this strange spectacle for a while I hit the road again.