After our first camping experience at Bassa Beach , Oman as mentioned in my previous blog , we decided to give it a go again .This time we opted for Fujairah , a location within UAE. We are those people whose idea of vacation is finding solitude but now with the added responsibility of our toddler , I make sure that we remain within safe limits which at this time came with a cost . We had to compromise on the location which was a crowded one as per our standards.
Fujairah is one the big tourist attracting places in UAE with numerous chains of hotels and resorts which has made practically near to impossible for campers in search of a quite night. There is a single camping site for families and for the bachelors. The family was massively over crowded with large tents . At first i thought that there were some wedding going on at the beach side by looking at the generators, fancy lights and decorations. Secondly , it was over littered. The municipality has provided litter bins at various locations but still the litter was floating around everywhere. We immediately decided that this place was too unhygienic and noisy for us .
We then searched the area around and found another camping site near Le Meridian Resorts known as Al Aqah Beach . This beach was for bachelors but there were few families as well . It was much cleaner and the camps were a little bit further from each other that everyone can enjoy their privacy. The practical , campers looking camps also generated an atmosphere of a proper camping site. So we parked our car , took out our luggage and nailed the burners .
I used long exposure time to minimize too many city lights and to create a flow:
Night sky was beautiful and when we turned our backs to the city behind and just looked at the sea , it was the same feeling of solitude.
Day and night views with our chairs : I am sure we all can guess which one belongs to whom 🙂
Unlike Bassa Beach, the night that we spent here was mostly spent awake. Yes, we could not sleep a single second as there were Quad bikers invading us from everywhere . My son got very scared and started crying because of continuous rumbling of the engines and they were too rude to drive past our camp barely inches away. My husband first asked them politely . Telling them to kindly drive away from the camp in the long stretch of sand behind but despite of that , the teasing increased. Too scared of all that, I dialed police for help. I still regret why I phoned them. First of all, there were atleast four people who switched the phone from one another to ask in detail what happened and then said ” No English ”. The last one was smart enough to say ” Come here ”.
At that moment, with a crying child, frustrated husband and my own thumping heart, I really felt helpless and angry. I got my first lesson of unfair treatment by the police here . Fujairah police does not understand english and wasted half an hour of my call just to tell me ” No English ” ?? I wonder what the western expats do here in case of emergency . Its not my fault that i dont speak Arabic but i cannot understand how the police can help anyone who doesnt speak Arabic ? is this fair policy ?
Anyhow ,we waited till dawn . My plan was to take some shots of the starry sky but because of the bikers who were hiding their faces , i was unable to even stand outside our camp . So on my husband’s instructions i chose to stay in as there was a possibility that my action would have attracted more of their unwanted attraction.
However, when the sun rose, we forgave every one and everything . We enjoyed the sun, sand and sea and later went for sight seeing . I guess , we may not want to camp there again .