A Weekend in Muscat and Beyond
Well, there wasn’t any. Just like our previous trip to Muscat three years ago this, too, was completely unplanned. With nothing else to do with our weekend except grocery shopping and laundry, my sister, Sophia, and I impulsively decided on a road trip to Muscat. Masood’s reaction, when I put down the phone after speaking with my sister at 1am, was, “Seriously?” I answered by packing a small suitcase.
The Road Trip:
We took the Dubai-Hatta highway. It took us about two hours to reach the UAE-Oman border. Then it took us two hours to get the visa! It was a long weekend for us in the UAE and it appeared like everyone was heading to Oman. While parents stood restlessly in the queues that moved at a speed of 2 inches per hour, children from different nationalities played with each other. It’s amazing how language wasn’t a barrier and they were all running and having fun together.
Unlike our previous road trip where we made frequent stops and saw some crazy stuff along the way, this time we just drove straight to Muscat, mostly because it was too hot and bright outside.9 am – we left Dubai 11 am – at the UAE – Oman border 1 pm – finally got the visa stamped on our passport (AED 50 each) 1:30 pm – resumed our drive to Muscat 4:30 pm – arrived at Muttrah Corniche
Leaving the more expensive and comfortable hotels of the newer neighborhoods of Muscat, we decided to stay close to Muttrah Corniche so that we could go for long walks during the evening and early morning. The problem, however, with this old Muscat neighborhood is that there are only three or four hotels, two of which were closed for renovation. They’re all three-star hotels that, by UAE standards, is like a one-star hotel.
I was having a bad headache that afternoon due to which I didn’t feel like taking any pictures of our room. Besides, there was nothing in the room that would inspire me to take pictures—blue curtains with lavender lining and unnecessary amount of tassels adorned the glass doors of the two small balconies that faced the corniche, there was a golden watch on the wall that did not work, red and pink plastic flowers were haphazardly arranged in golden vases with floral patterns, and random pieces of imitation artwork in cheap frames were scattered on the walls in no particular order or arrangement.
Factors that made it worth staying in this hotel include their clean rooms, freshly-laundered sheets, a working air-conditioning system, a nearby masjid, and the Muttrah corniche view at dawn and dusk.
It was utterly frustrating that along the entire 3 km stretch of Muttrah corniche, no restaurant was open for business at 5 pm. We were so hungry that we stopped at the first Lulu Hypermarket we saw and had KFC. The other option was Mc Donald’s.
Like every other place, this French restaurant was also closed during the afternoon and there was a board that said they were opening after 6 pm. But no, we didn’t get the chance to eat here, although there are some good reviews online. My sister took this picture because she was fascinated with the huge bones decorating their balcony. I am assuming those are camel bones but they appeared creepy to me because they were big enough to look like human bones!
Fortunately, we had a fantastic dinner that evening!
The Fishers Grilled is a tiny place that serves delicious grilled freshly-caught fish. It is located in front of the fish market. As you can see from the picture above, there isn’t even enough space to put the tables and chairs inside. However, they have a small but air-conditioned family room with a glass door that offers some privacy for the ladies. Due to the humid weather, we opted to sit in the family room.
The staff only speaks Arabic, but that shouldn’t be an issue because the fish is on display and you simply have to choose and point at it. While waiting for the fish, we were served a bowl of some white sesame sauce, a plate of fresh salad with the most delicious olive oil and lemon-based dressing, and some warm tandoori roti.
Marinated with just the right amount of spices and salt, the juice from the onion and tomatoes slowly incorporating into the fish as it grilled — perfection. We devoured it all and licked our fingers afterwards.
We had lunch at Masood’s cousin house the following day, where his lovely wife prepared a huge feast while looking after three adorable little girls, the youngest only 4 months old!
Muttrah souk is Muscat at its most magical: an absorbing labyrinth of narrow, perfume-laden alleyways packed with colourful little shops stacked high with tubs of frankincense and bukhoor, old silver khanjars, Bedu jewellery and other exotic paraphernalia – one of the few markets in the world where it’s possible to buy gold, frankincense and myrrh all under a single roof. You could spend many enjoyable hours here, haggling over handicrafts and attempting to make sense of the maze, especially if you venture away from the heavily touristed main drag into the tangled backstreets beyond.
Architecture and Landmarks:
The Drive to Sur and Wadi Tiwi:
Masood has a cousin who teaches in a university in Sur. He invited us over to his place for lunch so we drove from Muscat to Sur with a GPS to guide us. Sur, a city located in northeastern Oman, is known as a major dhow-building town, the very same wooden ships that were used for trade two centuries ago.
My youngest sister, Sonia, insisted to see a dam so we decided to check that out on our way to Sur. Unfortunately, we lost our way and ended up in some remote village where nobody seemed to knew that there is a dam in this country.
While sitting in the car contemplating our next move, a lady emerged from a nearby house with a little girl in tow. Upon seeing us, she wrapped her scarf about her more tightly, quickened her pace, and entered the gate of another house while leaving her daughter behind. Her little girl threw a brief, curious glance towards us then followed her mother inside the house.
Moments later, we spotted two young Omani men chatting in their car. We asked them for directions. One of them put on his brightest smile—the morning sun making his eyes appear grayish-blue—and greeted us cheerfully. Although he wasn’t aware of any dam, he did tell us how to find our way out of the village. And then he offered us to have lunch! We were so touched by the kind gesture of this stranger! Actually, this is what Arabs are known for— their warm hospitality. We thanked him from the bottom of our hearts and resumed our journey towards Sur.
After a hearty lunch, Masood’s cousin and his family took us to visit Wadi Tiwi. Before we left their home,
we I teased their three-year-old with the we’re-taking-your-baby-sibling-home-with-us joke due to which, as expected, she cried a bucket of tears. Poor girl. Once we were on the road, she forgot all about it and we were back on speaking terms.
roughguides.com describes this place:
Wadi Tiwi, another spectacularly deep and narrow gorge carved out of the mountains, running between towering cliffs right down to the sea. It’s less unspoiled than Wadi Shab, thanks to the presence of a road through the ravine (although, as at Wadi Shab, the dramatic scenery at the entrance has been ruined by the construction of a large flyover), although it compensates with its old traditional villages, surrounded by lush plantations of date and banana, and criss-crossed with a network of gurgling aflaj.
The road into the wadi was being widened and modernized at the time of writing, running along the valley floor, between plantations and past the rock pools which collect between the huge boulders below. After around 5km you’ll reach the picturesque village of Harat Bidah, where the road narrows dramatically, squeezing its way between old houses and high stone walls. Past here the tarmac ends and a rough track climbs steeply for a further 5km up to the village of Mibam – a spectacular, if nerve-jangling, drive.
Wadi Tiwi is such a lovely place for some picnic and swimming. There are farm houses nearby that have mango and date plantations. We’re so grateful to Masood’s cousin and his family for showing us this beautiful place in Oman that we never would have discovered on our own.
A trip to Muscat and its neighboring cities is highly recommended. Posts from my previous trip include:
- The day when we saw a cruise ship with red lips arrive at the Muttrah Port.
- Omani goats that are everywhere!
- An afternoon in Qantab Beach
- Amazed at the beautiful site of white houses down the road.