Wadi Bani Khalid and Turtle Reserve




The morning we left the desert there was fog over the plain. It is humid in the morning and drops of dew cling to the leaves of plants. I guess that is how most of the animals get water because the well that is used for this camp is 130 meters deep.






This was the dining hall where the gerbil was playing his games. He was so quick, he’d jump like a flash.
The Indians love their cows but the Omanis love their camels even though they do eat them. “Strong like a camel”.  Bedouins keep these camels.
Our next stop was Wadi Bani Khalid .  
We hiked in to some refreshing pools of water that are connected by narrow gorges . So nice in this heat.  Actually it is cooler than normal for the Omanis.  May gets to be inbearable.




This is a little something I found at the turtle reserve.  It is a turtle carapace.  I hope they are not eating them.!  It isn’t the time of year for the laying of the eggs so there were none on the beach.

We did find lots of dead puffer fish on the beach. You don’t want to step on them, prickly.  And a dead lion fish.  Otherwise the beach was very nice, it is at the point of the coast of Oman.





Not lots of tourists here either

 


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