My family loves vacation because it is a time for us to do some fruitful activities or perhaps go for out-of-town trips and visit beautiful destinations in Oman. When February 4 and 5 are declared as official holidays, we are so happy and along with our friends we decided to travel further south and camp out for one night in Ras Al Madrakah.
I browse the internet and read blogs about Ras Al Madrakah. The posted pictures are stunningly attractive for enthusiastic tourists because it has a good fishing spot too. I can’t wait to see the place myself and plunge in that gorgeous beach while witnessing the beautiful sunset.
On Friday, the 3rd of February, we leave Muladdah early in the morning at about 5:00 o’clock so that we will reach the campsite in noon time. Ras Al Madrakah is about 732kms away from home but we did not worry because the road is wonderfully constructed. We take the Muscat-Bidbid-Al Mudaybi-Adam-Muhut- Duqm-Ras Al Madrakah route and stop in Adam to have our cars fueled and also take our breakfast in a nearby Turkish Restaurant.
At 1:30 in the afternoon we arrive in Ras Al Madrakah. As we move down the concrete slope, we are captivated by the scene of naturally created landscapes that surround the long stretch of white sands beach gently lap by crystal blue water.
On northern side is where you can see the black-ophalite-rocky mountains while on the southern part are three headlands.
As soon as we park, we instantly go to the beachfront and take some pictures. The area is truly gorgeous – a haven that is at par with world-class beaches because the sands are so fine and soft. I wonder if any major hotel companies are planning to put up hotels and resorts in this location maybe ten or fifteen years from now. But as of today, the place is inhabited by only few beduoins that live by fishing and raising goats.
After taking lunch and having a short nap, Anyah and I change with our swimwear.
This time, it is windy and the sea is little bit rough but I still wanted to swim. My son and husband are already swimming hours ahead of us. My baby Anyah was frightened by the sound and sights of the waves. She is crying when I try to dip her into the cold water.
So, I bring her back to the shore then gently pour seawater into her feet instead. I also let her stand on the sands while my husband take pictures and videos of us. As a mother, I wanted my girl to have a wonderful moment as it is her first experience to swim in the beach. Apparently, my instinct is right because the next thing I know Anyah has started stumping her feet against the sands and really enjoying what she is doing.
Everybody relish in the late afternoon. Some are playing cards while others are cooking dinner.
Other campers also play beach soccer while some people simply sit down on the beachfront waiting for fish to hook into their rods, just like what my son Andrei did the next morning.
When it is about to get close to sunset, I open the zip window of our tent and peacefully gaze at the lovely scene especially when the sun is about to descend behind the three headlands. It is indeed a picturesque sight!
At dinner time we put up a campfire while we gobble down the grilled fishes and chicken barbeques. We sleep earlier but in the middle of the night, Jesse and I were awakened by the strong winds that almost disfigured and lifted our tent away. Sadly, my beach umbrella was blown away to the beach and out into the Indian Ocean. We kept ourselves warm by using sleeping bags and for my kids to feel comfortable and have a good sleep despite of the uneasy situation.
It is already seven in the morning when we all wake up but the wind is still strong that makes cooking for breakfast really difficult. We put down our tents so that they will not be destroyed and waiting and hoping for the wind to calm down. However, we are hopeless not until at about ten o’clock Jesse and Gerry decided to find a higher place where we can take our breakfast and lunch at the same time and just leave some of our camping gear and belongings for a while.
Ironically, just after lunch the strong winds disappear and the weather becomes calm and tranquil. We hurriedly pack up and keep all our things and leave the place as we plan and get to Muscat before it is too dark.
Though we are not able to continue swimming or walking along the shoreline in the morning, I am still happy and feel rewarded of being able to visit the place which I happen to see only in the blogs.