Khor Fakkan (pt 2)

For the first morning at Rudy's hostel, on the main drag in Khor Fakkan, I was awakened at 5:30 am by the Salat trumpeting from each mineret in town. There was no point in going back to sleep because I had over ten hours even at this point. So I rolled out of bed, packed up a small bag of things, and stumbled out into the dark morning. The streets were mostly quiet at this point, but I managed to hitch a ride to the Corniche (beach) and made it down before sunrise.



I wandered down the beach and found a bunch of men fishing with four wheel drive trucks... I imagine they dropped their nets out the night before and I had just caught them as they were hauling them onto the beach with little toyota 4x4's.


A fence (pictured) stopped be from continuing so I left the beach and stopped by the Oceanic Hotel. This place was some musty smelling Bollywood flavored establishment: the only hotel in town, with the market squarely cornered. The dive center was closed until later ( I wanted to check prices for snorkeling). After this I trespassed for about a hundred yards to make it around the point to my intended destination: a little private beach I had spotted earlier.

I spent the rest of the morning out there. I sat in the sand, and read some. I played around on the rocks. I caught some crabs and had fun playing with them. (They probably had a lot less fun than I.) Here's a family photo:

Click this link for a short video of "Whitey" and "Mr. Brown" in action.

Then I got in a protracted fight with a dungeness crab:

Then, after the intense confrontation, I turned on my camera, in a like manner: