Left Nizwa at 9am afte breakfast and rode back on the same route I had come in on the other day. Stopped at Hatt and an old man invited me in for coffee and dates, so we went to his house and sat on the ground and had coffee. He sat besides me and would peel the date and removed the pip and hand it to me. They only give you a tablespoon of coffee and when it's done they give you more, it never ends. What a great experience it was, then I had to bid them farewell and continue on to Fasah.
Stopped in at Balad Seet and on my return to the main road , Martin and Konsti were parked there, so that was great timing and good to see them again, they were heading to Nizwa, we then went all departed and I got to Fasah where I got some supplies then headed to Yaseb which is 20km away.
The pass is carved out of this massive cliff face and was a real fun ride up and then down to Yaseb. Found a place up on the mountainside which overlooks the eight or ten homes scattered along the road. Had dried fruit for supper and sat and read and gazed at the stars and listened to the Mosque beat out another sermon and then clambered into my tent for the first time in a long while.
Day 95 255km 34*C
Was on the beemer at 7am and it took me an hour and a half to get back to Fasah cause I kept on stopping and taking way to many photos. The sky had cleared up and there was no haze so I could see so much more than the other day and the mountains were all sharp and the clours just popped, so got carried away with photographing everything again.
I stopped for a break where way above that overlooks a junction and parked off for awhile admiring the surrounding vistas. Some Omani's in a suv stopped by and gave me some ice cold water and milk which I glugged down immediately as it was 34*C and the sun was on full bake. Rode pasta Hatt again and up to the summit where I stopped again and was surprised that I could see Fasah from the summit, which was about sixty kilometers by road. Then of course being the start of the weekend all the locals are out and about, don't know where the women are, I guess at home preparing an evening meal. Some locals called me over and I had to have coffee and dates and then some chicken and two bottles of water, they all offer you water all the time. Was good to have some chicken as I am getting tired of eating raisins every day.
Martin got hold of me and wants to wild camp, so I saw him at the bottom of the pass and we went on a great ride to Shabel Shams but missed the entrance and rode for hours in the mountains and then came back dow and went to Wadi Guhl to camp. It is 7km up the riverbed, the road all stones from marbles to large stones sometimes very loose and the othe hard packed. Was not easy riding in but made it thankfully with some close calls. The road ends and that's where we camped, above us about a thosand meters is the view point of Shebel Sham. Had my raisins and water for dinner and crept into the tent for the night.
DAY 96 196km. 33*C
Martin and I went for a adventourous hike up the wadi and then you climbed up the mountain and folloew a narrow path to the pool which was stunning. We both dived into crystal clear crisp water, it felt so good. Then had to leave but had it all to ourselves, got back to the camp and Konsti had come up to join us. He shoewd us the right road into Shebel Shams , and it ìs above where we camped , you could actually see it, the views of the canyon were breathtaking. We rode dirt roads most of the day to a small dam where we found some flat ground and camped for the night after having some raisins and dates for dinner. Ramadaan is only three days away, so this is good practice.
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