Fujairah is 2 1/2 hours from here. We went there. There isn’t a lot there, but there are pretty forts around. The beach in Fujairah itself isnt so great, but a short drive south into Kalba yields a nice park along the water and long expanses of sand. Drive a bit further south and you will find lovely mangrove growth, although its closed to visitors right now. Kalba is a fishing village, and we witnessed the fisherman hard at work, trolling, we think, for fish with an interesting if peculiar truck-truck-truck-boat setup. Anyway, here are some photos. I’ll try to add some more soon.
The first two pictures are of Fujairah Fort, which was, according to http://www.guide2dubai.com, established in 1670. As it stands now, it has been reconstructed and is surrounded by ruins of old brick buildings from years ago.
A pigeon makes his final descent to Fujairah Fort.
The tower which stands by itself is one of Al Hayl Castle’s buildings. Getting to this fort is a bit more difficult than it seems like it should be. At one point, we were driving through a residential neighborhood and it seemed like there was no way we’d gone the right direction. If it weren’t for a reviewer on TripAdvisor saying to keep on going straight when it seems like you’ve lost the road to the castle, we’d have probably given up and turned back, missing out on a picturesque, if small, place nestled in the rugged hills. In fact, the journey to Al Hayl led one of our intrepid and faithful traveling companions, Melissa, to declare, “I love this!” from the backseat as we pounded along a rough stretch of gravel road in our Kia.
Fujairah Fort stands in downtown Fujairah, near the water. There are plenty of signs pointing toward it, making it easy to find.
The lookout tower at Al Hayl Castle.
The mosque by our hotel
Us looking all cute
These trucks were operating together in a puzzling dance, towing ropes through the water. Evidently, a crew in a small boat dropped a trap or net and these trucks were towing them toward shore.
One way to create a winch is to use little Toyota trucks, set an old wheel up so it spins freely on the front of one, and tow the rope using another truck. The people in charge told me they were catching fish. “Little ones, some big,” they said.
These guys were working the ropes which, as near as I can tell, were towing traps or nets slowly toward shore.
Fujairah’s beaches are strewn with shells.
A fairly common sight in these parts–workers, most likely Pakistani, riding in the back of a 2-ton truck.
The mangroves preservation was closed. Looking at this one can forget he is in the UAE.
The Blob is growing. So is Jenia.
The rugged hills themselves are interesting, and watching the sun set behind them was nice. That aside, we received a free tour of the castle and its little compound, which our guide told us was 150 years old. We even were allowed to climb up on the roof of the main building and the tower atop it, which was pretty cool.
On the way to and from Al Hayl fort we saw a bunch of donkeys wandering freely. We suppose they’re all the property of a local farmer. Naturally, we took some pictures, since free-roaming animals of this type are pretty rare around the southeastern USA.
Melissa and Jenia had to get out of the car and take pictures of them