Wadi Shab – I have my first invitation and opportunity to
join an expedition by a closed group of Ooredoo Oman colleagues, all of whom
are Omanis. It has been a long time that I longed to crack this sort of private
organization where character of a person is their main basis of acceptance.
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| Front L-R: Khalid, Saed, Hamed, Munir, andHassan Back L-R: Monthir, AbdulHameed, Hassan, Me, Moutassim, Bader and Khalid |
When working on any corporate company, there is always this certain exclusive group of elite people who shares similar interest. These are the group of employees who have firsthand information before rumors starts to spread, they are the mafia in the corporate world. To be part of the group allows me to get to know more of them, their culture, thinking and even the habits. It was even a surprise to see the images on social media, boys will always be boys regardless of ethnicity.
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| Dinner prepared by a handful of chef, taste is definitely authentic Omani |
The plan was to camp on Fins, a fishing village that has a great view and a turqiose blue water for swimming. This is familiar place for Oman residents who love camping because of the existence of a cliff that blocks strong winds and water currents.
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| Authentic Omani breakfast with Foul Madames, Omelet and steaming hot Khawa (Omani coffee with a hint of cardamon) |
The hiking trip which turned out to be canyoning as it commonly called because we are technically traversing a river. Oman have few water streams that will fit the definition of a river but the numbers will grow when heavy rain pours. In the arab world, these are called wadis.
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| Deafening silence in the midst of this magnificent place |
We start our trip in the foot of Qur'ran village where the locals took us on their 4x4 vehicle. I had the impression that this is the only model of vehicle that can withstand time and the harsh terrain to reach the village of Ghamb.
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Riding on the back of this truck has the experience of what I saw in the movies that depicts the travels in the Afghanistan villages. I was prepared for the high altitude temperature while Hassan (red) and Saeed (blue) where freezing cold as we reached the top of the plateau. Moutassim (black) is our tech-savvy friend. He's got the gadget that are necessary to document a week of expedition.
The view from the top of the plateau is breathtaking, it will take time to identify the boundary between the ocean and the sky.
We are all on our feet at the back on the pick-up track as we braced ourselves to what appeared to be long winding road that are made on the sides of the mountain.
Midway on our trip, we have asked ourselves if we have made the right choice of joining this unmarked route. Sometimes, we need this kind of experience that are pushing us away from our comfort zones in order to value our family and the life that we had. What would it be if this endeavor will go wrong.
The rocks along the path was carved by waters that seemed to flow for hundreds of years.
The wadi gave life to shrubs and trees that serves as refuge to wild animals in this wilderness. What captivates me is the contrast of the sky and the mountain.
Because we are traversing a big wadi, some parts are dead drop. One of the safer ways is to lean the body so that the center of gravity is shifted away from the edges.
The interesting thing about a group trail is that we are able to joke on each other, but the serious part is the close support and communication between among ourselves. Back in Muscat, we are working on the same floor but barely we are able to talk to each other as often as it should.
This our local guide which supports me as I reach the final steps of rappelling.
It is already 4 hours since we've started our walk and we are separated into 2 groups. I managed to catch up with the lead pack and gained the needed rest for recuperate from the exhaustion.
This was the most technical in all of our experience, a shiny boulder with barely no carvings that we can step-on. We have to negotiate step-by-step especially for those that are acrophobic.
In the middle of this gigantic boulders, we are like mountain goats finding our way home.
The highlight of our experience was the test of the claustrophobia, belly crawl is the only way. A fall will land on a stagnant water with decaying animals, seemed like the neophyte stage of reserved military training.
Finally, we were relieved to see this pool of fresh water which offers a relief from a 6 hour of negotiating the boulders. In rural areas in Philippines, when you asked directions from the locals and they use their lips to point. Be careful. The lips signifies an long walk. Our guide uses his thumb measures against the lines of our index finger, the closer the thumb on the tip the nearer the destination. But the funny, thing about our guide is that the position of the thumb is the same when we asked 2 hours before so we are doubting if he is really telling the truth because by this time we are all exhausted.
After awarding ourselves with few minutes of dips in the water, we proceeded on our route and the scenery has changed from dry to slippery as the boulders have mosses. But it is a delight to walk in this kind of scenery because it offers us hope that there are villagers nearby. It already past 4 in the afternoon and we are concerned about darkness as we don't have flashlights with us.
This view reminds of the books I've read in the wars in Afghanistan, it must have been difficult for both the military and the bandits to exchange fires because casualty is inevitable but for now this is a scene to behold.
This will the the last stop together with our local guide (blue disdasha). He told us stories on how we familiarize this route because as a young boy, his mother would ask him to go to other village and the shortest way is walking along this river banks. We have thoroughly prepared for this trip from hiking shoes to hydration packs but our guide is in his Omani traditional dress, sandals, no water and only dates on his pockets.
The last stretch of danger was stepping on donkey path, where the side is at least 100 foot drop.
I have learned that our perception of danger and the tolerance of risks changes as evolved in our life. As a family man, taking each step carefully is the surest way to reach home safely.
Please click below for the full video of this experience.
You can also watch my other experience on Wadi Shab.
Mabuhay!
