Dibba begins with the sea bay, where hundreds of years ago trade with China began. We drove through the port, passed the stone workings for the cement and marble plants, and continued moving towards the coast through the mountain range. The pressure drop was so palpable that it even blocked the ears.
Finally, we went downstairs and the road ran cheerfully along the coast of the Gulf of Oman (part of the Indian Ocean). New buildings, new buildings, new buildings ... The scope of construction of the emirate of Fujairah is gaining momentum. In order to keep up with Dubai, new artificial islands began to be poured into the sea.
We stayed at a motel called Sandy Beach Motel. Here we had to spend the whole day of paradise relaxation, which it was decided to start simply by swimming in the ocean. There were no huge frightening ocean waves, and we delightedly plunged into the cool, not warmed up to the state of yesterday's soup, water. Then we remembered that the staff of Deluxe Tours strongly recommended us to rent fins with a mask, swim to the island, majestically towering right in the center, and enjoy the life of the seabed. No sooner said than done. For an hour we rented a plastic two-seater kayak and fins with a mask, clumsily waving oars, rowed to the island and realized that it wasn’t so easy to land ashore when the waves hit the fragile boat from both sides and tried to knock it over sharp the stones. Finally, by joint efforts, we landed, dragged a kayak onto the rocks so that it would not be carried to the sea, and began to get acquainted with the inhabitants of the island with curiosity. Numerous tourists filled the not very large rocky ledge, exploring literally every centimeter of land and adjacent shallow water. On the island there were plates in Russian and English: "Do not break corals, they are alive!" Huge boulders were covered with snails and mussels, and black sea urchins lurked between the stones in clear water. We again plunged into our water transport and sailed from the island to get the opportunity to swim with a mask. The underwater world is so colorful! Bright yellow striped coral fish and angelfish casting a bluish light scurried here and there. Small stingrays and melancholy sea turtles, spreading their “wings”, moved sedately, not succumbing to the general fuss. In the light refracted by the water, corals shaped bizarrely smoothly swaying. The hour passed quickly, it was time to return the equipment.
After relaxing by the pool and having a light bite, we went to explore the sights of Fujairah. In an area called Al Bidiyah, under the protection of two watch towers, so reminiscent of the shape of a chess rook figure, there is an ancient mosque in the Emirates. Al Bidiya Mosque was erected in the 15th century, approximately in 1446, and is completely unlike modern temple buildings. Rather, it looks like a fabulous gingerbread house made from shortcrust pastry. I took off my shoes and went into the cleanly swept courtyard to take some pictures of Al Bidia. Warm land, a rope on a rope, imitating a primitive swing fixed on a branch of an old strong tree, greenery and mountains around - everything breathed peace and tranquility, but somewhere here, more than 1300 years ago, there was an armed uprising against the Caliph in Mecca, as a result of which Islam was firmly entrenched on the East coast. Having left the historical place, we went to Juma Bazar, where there is a lively trade in carpets, clay jugs, souvenirs and fresh fruit around the clock. Sellers are incredibly happy for any buyer and are happy to pose in front of the camera, not forgetting to praise their goods.
The sun was setting over the horizon, the car ran briskly, crossing the borders of the emirates, we returned home to Sharjah, discussing our bright journey.
We thank the company Deluxe Tours for organizing the trip, tel: 04-3517527
Elena Balina
