Virtually rode to the end of all the finger roads which are dirt and sometimes may only have four abodes at the end of it, can't understand how they can carve out these roads for such a few people and some are four to eight kilometers in length.
At the end of the day I hit the jackpot by venturing down into the valley and then it popped down again for a total of eight kilometers to the MasaiRat A'Rawageh village. Total descent 2 921ft of tight switchbacks consulting of shale and dirt, one of the most exciting and memorable ride I have had, was sweating like a pig at the bottom, was so much easier coming up with a huge grin on my weathered face.
Prior to going down at another stop, I noticed my front brake caliper had come loose and the entire thing had gone into my spokes and seat it out to the front of my forks and was hanging over the disc on the outside. I have no club when it happened and never felt it, both of the bolts came out, how weird is that and how it did not buck me off or even feel it in the handlebars is nuts. So I zip tied it to the fork and continued on perplexed as to when it happened.
So today I got two new bolts and fixed er up and went back down the same pass, in a more relaxed manner. To cut a road down the mountain must have been insane and then why, they even have a Mosque there, well I don't know why I am surprised at that cause they have Mosques even if there are only three houses !!! Anyway here are ALL the photos.
NIZWA AT NIGHT.
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