A foot print left.

My Photo scholarship 2010 entry

Worldwide | Sunday, October 17, 2010 | 5 photos

As I was walking around the rusty iron clad houses near the Port of Muscat, i found myself lost in the backstreets. The mounds of granite rocks trying to reclaim the houses provided the best vantage point to check out my location. On the top of this one mound there were two Omani kids flying their Kites with a back drop of cement houses loaded with sat dishes looking towards the silver sky.
By this time it was 4pm, the departure time for our bus to Salalah, southern Oman. I walked back to the Station to find the bus warmed and ready to go. Jumping on i settled in for the 14 hours trip with most passengers set for Yeman.
Ending up here wasn't planned. I had set off from Australia with 10 mates 6 months previously to ski the slopes of Merrible in France. After not spending a good day in the sun i though the Middle East would answer this problem. By now 6 of the 10 mates where back in the Aussie sun, three were still working in London and i was on a plane to Dubai.
Dubai... well, it is the perfect stopover destination. On the afternoon of day three i was sitting on a bus destined for Oman.
When morning broke we had arrived in Salalah, the sky was grey, due to a sandstorm that had drifted from Saudi Arabia. Walking around town
I met a local banana farmer at his stall, who by sign language had offered to show us around.
We went to the fishing village of Mughsail that afternoon. With the backdrop of white wash tombs, we walked along the beach to see the catches of the day, oysters the main catch. The taste was pure salt, grit to taste. After hours of fishermen showing their catch we set for home. Numerous camels lined the beaches on sunset. This really was surreal part of the world with natural beauty I never expected. Two days later i was destined for Yeman in the boot of Ahmeds taxi, a journey to remember.