Taking advantage of Dubai's great transportation hubs, we headed to the airport to catch a quick flight for a weekend away in Muscat, Oman.
We arrived in Muscat by 10am and headed to our hotel, with fingers crossed that our room would be ready early. By the time we had checked in, organized our activities with the concierge and had a relaxing coffee on the hotel's terrace, we were able to head up to our room.
Determined to make up for our rainy beach weekend in RAK, we decided to spend the bulk of the day by the pool and ocean, enjoying the comfortable beach chairs and soaking in the sun. Incredibly, the forecast in Muscat was not looking promising as it, like RAK the weekend prior, was calling for its first rainfall in six months!
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The lovely drinks... |
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The not so lovely dinner. |
Although grey outside, we enjoyed a leisurely afternoon poolside, working and reading our books and enjoying an incredible value "pronto lunch" at the hotel.
Our dinner that evening provided slightly less satisfaction but slightly more humour as we experienced service unusual for a Shangri-La hotel. Suffering through remarkably slow service with erred orders and frenzied staff, we watched as numerous people angrily got up from their tables and left before their food finally arrived. Two hours after we sat down, we finally received our main course, only to find out the hard way it was not what we had ordered. Even the taxi we asked them to order never showed and we were forced to take matters into our own hands. Lucky for the hotel, they have a beautiful spot surrounded by stunning mountains and ocean which helps make up for the inadequate service.
The next morning, we met our "driver cum tour guide" for a tour of the city. Perhaps our translation was incorrect because he certainly wasn't a tour guide, having no answers for even our most basic questions about Muscat. Lucky for us, we pulled up our trusty tour book to fill in the gaps and focused his attention on giving us the basics about his daily life in Muscat.
After a short stop by the fish market, with market prices that vary daily depending on the season and even the weather, we headed along the Corniche to the grand souk. The souk hosts all of the trinkets one would expect in a market, including more pashminas, jewellery and trinkets than you could count. Surprising, however, was the large number of Oman-inspired items you could buy including flags, stickers, pens and ornaments sporting either the Oman flag or a picture of Sultan Qaboos. The Muscat people seem incredibly patriotic and clearly adore their king, with many shops erecting odes to country and king and even car windows and doors being decorated with national decals.
Our tour guide arrived twenty minutes late to pick us up, and we made our way in near silence to the Old Town to stroll around Portuguese forts Jalali and Mirani and Qasr Al Alam, the Palace of Sultan Qaboos. As with the rest of the city, the buildings were framed by mountains and the sea. The buildings were understated but regal and seemed to encapsulate nice the Muscat vibe - pretty, cool and very relaxed.
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The Corniche |
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The Royal Palace |
And then...as feared...the rain came. Again! Hard and intense, it poured rain for the next two hours.
Refusing to be deterred from our lunch plans at the stunning Chedi Hotel, we caught a taxi and took what felt like a boat ride over to the hotel. Although we naturally had to move our lunch inside, we had a leisurely and lovely afternoon-long lunch there and even managed to find one of the few covered spots on the property to enjoy an afternoon coffee.
Although we were slightly disappointed that our outdoor concert at the city's beautiful opera hall would be cancelled that evening, we instead pulled out on our workout clothes and went to the gym, with fingers crossed the the sun would come out in time for our snorkeling trip the next day.
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The Grand Mosque |