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A DREAM HOLIDAY TO OMAN (Purely in my mind)


Not so long ago, the Sultanate of Oman was just a tarmac road, one hospital, a handful of schools and a vast yawning expanse of absolute nothingness. With sand and gravel deserts punctuated by rugged striated mountains, crumbling villages, hundreds of ancient forts and watchtowers brushing shoulders with lush wadis—Oman offers a cocktail of sights to the intrepid traveller.

Here, my camera would have found the perfect muse and I would have found the perfect companion. I would wander around trying to unearth the cultural gems within Oman while I stare at the postcard-perfect dunes or traverse through its ancient markets redolent of spices.

01.  A night on the dunes
The rolling sand dunes of the Wahiba Sands vary from deep red to rich honey colour, stretching as far as the eye can see. This would definitely be my first stop. I’d just sit and take in the magnificent views around me, get off my ass and take an exciting dune drive, witness the much talked about desert sunset and fill my stomach with a traditional Omani dinner.

02. Trek in the Wadi Shab
Pools of turquoise water? I’m sold.

03. Relax here
Shoes off, sand tickling my toes. I'd end nights in Oman here, with good food and good desserts.

04. Shop in the Muscat Souk
I have a weird affection for local markets. When I travel, it’s that markets that pull my heart. A raw inside into the daily life of the locals, a plethora of shops that just call out to you and eateries that you’ll almost always never find back home—it’s the local souks in Oman that I intend to spend most of my time in.

05. Hold onto a piece of history
Oman is dotted with hundreds of forts and castles. Camera at ready , these would prove to be great say trips for any historical buff like me.

This post is a part of the 'Beauty has an address' competition by Oman Tourism.  

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