I have coffee just to help me out of bed at 5:30a after going to bed after 1am. I was told last night that I could snorkel at 7a after breakfast. Reading an old review, the price was 50Dh an hour and now they’re asking 150Dh. Downstairs, I’m told that snorkeling doesn’t start till 8a. I walked over to the office, but they have no signs on their door. The scene was beautiful though and I appreciated the walk on the beach.
I went to breakfast, though I wasn’t very hungry, it was included in the price of my room. I check out at 7a, not wanting to wait an hour for inshallah, in hopes that I’ll find another place to snorkel and continue on my trip – swing on the beach and go to Fujairah Fort and Museum. I’m about to leave Fujairah and stop at the marina in hopes of finding a snorkeling company.
The guy in the diving office tells me they only go out on weekends – and probably not in this heat – great. So another guy walks out of the office and invites me in for coffee. We talk – me about the Middle East and him wanting to go to the States and see what he’s read in the history books about the 13 colonies, etc.
I stayed at least 30 minutes and then some other guys came in with a new club membership. He gave me his card and told me I could bring my husband fishing anytime; that would be great if we lived closer. I drive from city with beach and buildings to road with mountains and tunnels to sand dunes blowing on the street.
I stop at Al Showaib Restaurant for meat, paratha, and banana, with a strawberry basil seed drink for takeaway. I use my right hand to eat and my left to wipe sweat. I get to the Al Ain Museum and I’m passing out at 4:30 in their bedouin tent display outside. I find a room at Al Massa Hotel and take an hour nap before dinner at Paco’s in the Hilton.