Salalah, OmanSunday, December 23, 2012
This afternoon after the heat of the day had passed, we headed down to the beach for some beach combing. A was delighted (as were we) by the wide variety of great shells we found. The waves and rip tides make swimming inadvisable here but soaking your feet and looking for shells is a great way to pass the time. Above the roar of the ocean I heard myself shouting "Car!" to Frank as a car headed down the beach directly at us through the edge of the waves. Later on I heard a car up the beach honking at a herd of camels.
Not to overstate the situation: mostly the beach is deserted and lovely. But make sure you look both ways as you cross the beach: those cars can sneak up on you, the sounds of their motors hidden beneath the sound of the crashing waves...
