Day11:Indelible Sojourn to Ostrich park,Nakhal Fort,Sawadi beach,Al Sahwa Park and Hot Water Spring


“Ostrich, I’m going to see today”, my psyche thought in the morning. On that day, we took only Yukon and now you can well comprehend the monstrous dimensions of that car for, we twelve peoples were packed like sardines. I, bunty, Ashie amma and Guddu sat on the last portion of the Yukon and as always, Guddu occupied the Benjamin’s portion again :)

“How fat he is….and how much more weight he’ll gain in future…”, my mind ruminated :)

I said, “Guddu, you wanna loose and I wanna gain, give me some and we’ll both be profited.”

He said, “What?”

Ashie chimed, “yes, bhaiya what ?”

I said, “your weight” :)

After covering a approx distance of about 200 Kms. we reached Barka Ostrich park and after making a nominal sacrifice of 2-3 OMR we were at the main spot where we saw 10-15 ostriches, some sitting and some standing in an irregular pattern. It seemed that some of them got up in our respect :) “Birds resembling camels”, I thought. Cameras and other photo capturing devices were on high duty at that time. One ostrich became magnetized toward us and thus, we also became excited to see the world’s largest bird with an arms distance. Urmila mausi took out some biscuits and we all began to feed the ostrich. The snake resembling neck of the creature was worth looking. Then we saw some eggs of the same creature and that too we captured in our respective cameras. We took turns to click our respective images with the ostriches. It was a damn hot day and that compelled us to have a refreshment and after the break we preferred to continue our sojourn and thus, we rolled to our next spot: Nakhal Fort.

Nakhal Fort is akin to the Nahargarh Fort of Jaipur. After sacrificing 500 Baisa per person we made our entrance. Some ancient guns which were increasing burden on the walls of the fort caught our attention and we kids desired to have some pics with the ancient treasure. The scorching heat of the sun continued to our misery and everyone was advised to keep their gaugles, caps, hats on. There was no public on that day and you can imagine how solitude the fort was. Although the place was fab and I was enjoying too, the fort failed to amaze me…because I have already visited certain place akin to Nakhal Fort and moreover I belong to Rajasthan, which is famous for such forts in the whole word.  The thing which I loved the most was the date farm which I observed from the fort. So, don’t forget to climb a certain height in measure to see the date farm.

The third spot in our list was the hot water spring. The first priority on reaching that spot was to have lunch. All members enjoyed non vegetarian food and I, a turnout vegetarian ate curry. I was the first one to finish my food. I folded my jeans to my knees and preferred to luxuriate in water. I saw water running on the bead of polished erratic coloured stones. To my surprise, many minuscule fishes came to greet me and showed their hunger by eating the dead skin of my feet. I flashed my hand in the water and they swam  in erratic directions but soon they came again to provide me massage therapy, in fact, free massage therapy. I extolled their heroism. Soon, Bunty and Guddu joined me and then I thought to catch some minuscule fishes. Initially, I went to Urmila mausi and brought a plastic disposal glass to capture the creature but it was a damp squib. Bunty and Guddu, too were unsuccessful. I went to Manju Mausi and she provided me a  plastic poly bag. Ashie wished me good luck. I did which was not appreciated initially by Guddu & Bunty.

Bunty said, “abey, yeh  kya kar raha hai?”

Guddu commented, “bhaiya, aise nahi pakak saktey aap fish ko”

Now, I’ll tell you what I did and what was not accepted by them, though they were later proved wrong by me :)
I entered my feet in the poly bag and then finally placed it in the water. Some people near by the kept on watching my act I kept my eyes glued in the water. They were roaming in irregular pattern everywhere in the vicinity but none was entering in the poly bag. But my patience was rewarded when a minuscule fish entered the polythene to eat the dead skin on my feet. I rejoiced.
“Very good, bhaiya”. Ashie complimented.
“Very good”, Guddu chimed.
“Immediately put your feet out”, Bunty proclaimed.
I did as Bunty instructed.
And I became the owner of a tiny creature. My capture caused consternation in the mind of the fish, I assume. We all rejoiced. The happy news was also delivered to our elders.
“Its time to jail another fish now”, I thought.
To do the same it was indispensable to locate the fish in a safe place as I was having a single poly bag. So, I placed it in the same disposal glass which was first used as a fish catching instrument.
In the same manner I caught two more and was responsible for isolating three fishes from their family & friends.

Bunty then came with a bigger idea. He brought a rectangular piece of cloth and requested me to hold from one end. We generated a trap by locating the cloth inside water on the polished stones. Guddu was instructed to compel fishes to swim in the direction of the trap. So he ran in the water on the polished stones and generated a stampede among fishes. Unaware of the repercussions they swam in our direction and when the passed above the cloth, I and Bunty pulled the cloth up in the air. The collection of that endeavour was vaguely about 10-15 fishes. The captured fishes were then transferred in the disposal glass. Pratap Mausa also came to join our team. And with the same technique we again isolated some fishes. The technique was used two more times. Urmila Mausi proclaimed, “hurry up, we’ll leave now.” It was time for us to take a prompt verdict. Urmila mausi helped us. She transferred our hardwork in a 2.5 or 3 liters empty juice bottle. More water was added in the bottle. It was a fab felling when we saw about 40+ fishes swimming in a consternation style.”When we came to this spot we were twelve members and now as we are leaving, we are 50+, tremendous increment in the population”, my mind commented, personally.

Sawadi beach. I always wanted to enter sea water and my desire was accomplished at Sawadi beach, Oman. I was the first one to change my clothes, followed by Bunty and other of my family members. I was ready to enjoy and saw other members getting out of the car. “Snails”, I thought. I saw Guddu changing, and and to convert the same moment into an anecdote I managed a camera from Urmila mausi and shouted,

“Guddu, see here”. With only blue colour cloth, tied with the help of an elastic on his waist, he shouted even  more louder than me.
“Are stop, aap bhaiya, aise kyu kar rahe ho?” :)

Bunty joined me too.

“We will show this to your Omini Girlfriend  :) “, Bunty chuckled.
“hunnn, we will”, I chimed.
Ashie, who was watching the scenario also bursted into laughter. Guddu had no option, he was embarrassingly laughing and we were happy.
In small  different groups we entered the water. From soda to hock, Urmila mausi showed his concern regarding the our safety. Guddu and Tunnu were luxuriating wearing swimming gaugles. In a short period of time, all twelve members of our family were in the sea water. Our enthusiasm got feathers, everytime a tide came and collided with our bodies. I saw the Sun. The sky was tinged orange and the sun was beginning its departure. “Say good bye to the Sun….he is going  to USA’s side”, my mind commented to me. We found some shellfish clams when we dug the sand under water, with our hands. Then began the competition. “Collect clams”, was the proclamation. All of us showed true team spirit. Tunnu was among the biggest collector of clams. The collected clams were safely placed in my shorts for, I was the only one to have a pocket in my costume. It saddened me to same extent that I was unable to collect clams as I holding the responsibility of their storage. I said, “I am a truck, load your clams in me :) ” When my pocket was full, I went to the shore and placed the clams in a polythene. I returned. Again the truck went to the shore and again he joined his team. Some of our members began their crawl towards the shore. Then I also tried to catch some but after collecting few, I got a cut on my index finger through the sharp edge of a clam :(  I began my crawling too. In this manner we collected many clams. The first thought which penetrated my mind was to get rid of the salinity of the water which was sticking to all my body. It was a dirty felling. I came to know about the bathroom cum changing room in the vicinity. The male and female members of our group marched towards the male and female changing room respectively. We changed. It was a fab and fresh. Tunnu and me were among the first one to exit the bathroom cum changing room. I was out bare body but jeans on :) And soon the all male members of our  family were out (except Bunty). Anand mausa was the only one who came fully dressed and the rest came bare body. Some came wrapping their lower part of body in a towel. Some exited in underwear. Mean while I helped Tunnu in changing his clothes. Pratap mausa, who came out in his underwear was changing with the help of a towel, tied around his waist. Unaware of the future ramifications, of the enviroment we were engaged. Then came an Omani man wearing brown dishdash(national dress for Omani men, anklelength, collarless gown with long sleeves) and started shouting which we could not comprehend, for he was showing his anger in Arabic, a lingo for us. But from his tone it was limpid that he was not happy with us. He shouted:

ماذا تفعل هنا؟
لا يكون لديك أية اداب؟
لك كل البلداء تتغير الملابس أمام أحد المساجد.
وعلاوة على ذلك هناك نساء أيضا غرفة تغيير الملابس.
تصل الرياح سريعة.
أو سأتصل الشرطة.
البلهاء.

He was more then 6 feet plus and with a giant monstrous dimensions. No one spoke to him. His anger compelled us to comprehend him. My imagination landed on the correct area. He must have shouted :

“What are you people doing here?
Don’t you have any manners?
You all morons are changing clothes in front of a mosque.
Furthermore there are also women dressing room.
Wind up fast.
Or I’ll call the police.
Idiots.”

He was still there and repeating his angry words. Now Bunty came in the scene. To our misery he too came bare body with only towel tied on his waist. But he knew what was the scene going on at that time. He showed his intelligence and asked my father, who too was standing half naked with only jeans on his lower part, to provide him with his clothes which were lying near him.

My father said, “Come and take”.

Bunty shouted,”give me the clothes, he is seeing me, I don’t want to come in front”

Father replied,”come and take”.

“What are you doing? Pass my clothes”, Bunty demanded in a bold voice.

My father while handling the clothes to him pretended to be a hero. He said, “wear your clothes, all of you wear your clothes.”

I whispered,”You are standing like Salman Khan, first you wear your clothes :)

Pratap mausa, who too was in my father’s club in displaying muscles, bare body, also made the inception with T-shirt followed by Jeans. By that time the Omani went. We stared starring at each other faces. Then came another man and said, “Do you know what he (Omani Man) was saying ?”
We said, “NO”.

He was saying that you people are changing clothes near a mosque. Moreover there is also a ladies changing room near by :)

I tried my best to control my laughter and all of us too, I guess. We began our departure towards Yukon. While we were marching, we recalled that anecdote.

I started, “Why he was worrying too much about the mosque?”
Anand mausa said, “He was not. He has many wives and he was worrying about them”

“He was afraid that one of us may impress any of his wives by his muscles and take her away from Omani man”, Anand mausa completed the hilarious sentence.

I said looking at my father,”Why were you standing like Salman Khan?”

To this my father had no rejoinder and he too bursted in laughter.

Tunnu started, “Bhaiya was changing and towel came out :)

Anand mausa joined,”Which bhaiya?”

Tunnu skipped that question and started another fake one.
“Papa was changing and two ladies were seeing him changing the clothes” :), Tunnu siad.

All laughed.

We came to Yukon where the female members of our group were eagerly waiting for us. We narrated the anecdote. They too enjoyed. Urmila mausi provided sprite cans to all the members. We sat in Yukon and drove to our last spot.

Al Sahwa Park was the last place we sojourned on that day. The park is located between Muscat International Airport and Muscat City Centre. It was already dark when we entered the park. Though tired, we began to explore the massive park. Guddu took me to the territory of park where there were some swings. We took dinner and relaxed. Since the park was situated near the Muscat International airport, we saw many Aeroplanes passing above are heads. Vaguely speaking, the time interval between them was not more than three minutes. After dinner, Ashie, Tunnu, Anshu, Guddu, Bunty and me went to enjoy again. We returned Bait Muscat.

Barka Ostrich park, Oman.

    

My mother posing with an ostrich

My father and Pratap mausa with the guns at Nakhal Fort

Harshit Chauhan. Date farm behind

My parents @ Sawadi beach

Me, Harshit Chauhan @ Sawadi beach

About Harshit Chauhan

I am a person, a dreamer who fly on the wings of dreams but don’t know how to achieve them. I am one of those who can do arduous tasks but at time fail to do the simplest of them. I envisage, concentrating on one particular thing as the dirty end of the stick and sometimes multitude say that i’m a patient of mood disorder . The whole enchilada, from soda to hock humanity say and ruminate that I’m perpetually in a scurry to effectuate something and I too consider them impeccable, for I want to attain stability in my metabolism, which presently is going through nadir, at the lowest ebb. Friends and other acquaintances eulogize me for my zany humor. I’m a avid reader and writer and presently I’m delving into blogging zeal ie. on http://harshitchauhan.wordpress.com/. My other chief passions apart from the above are travelling, eating, ruminating, listening to quality music, watching birds and clouds and being solitude. In short, I want to triumph my divine, limpid and creme de la creme intentions which I’m ensuing from past many gargantuan years and have made big sacrifices too. I pray, to take the Chequered flag and my relinquishments don’t go squander so that after so many damp squibs, I can witness my rest of life in its full glory.

Posted on December 19, 2012, in Travelogue and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 37 Comments.

  1. Thanx for the application :)
    You take care of urself..bye

  2. the pics are awesome
    you and your family look great

  3. Thankx..
    Take care,
    HARSHIT Chauhan

  4. Very interesting…All the best to you.

  5. Hello! Do you know if they make any plugins to protect against hackers?
    I’m kinda paranoid about losing everything I’ve worked hard on.

    Any suggestions?

  6. Wow :)
    Thankx Saritha, Oman is really a fab piece of Land in the world. I love and admire each and every thing about Muscat. It is fine now, developments have taken place.

  7. Thankx for all your praises.
    take care and Stay tuned,
    Harshit Chauhan

  8. Glad that you visited my blog. Yes, the forts in Oman are akin to the Jaigarh and Nahargarh Fort in Jaipur. :)
    take care and Keep Visiting,
    Harshit Chauhan

  9. Your visit to Oman sounds fantastic. I looked up information on the forts of Rajasthan, and can see why you find them more impressive that the ruins in Oman. Jaigarh Fortlooks more like a palace than a fort.

  10. To hear your point of view, the way you see things, it’s unique to just you and you tell it so well! Glad we found each other!

  11. BIG Thankx to you.
    It really feels great when people start pouring in your blog and appreciate it.
    I really feel satisfied when people say that I write with detail description. Glad.

  12. I’m so happy I honestly just stumbled upon you based on your quick bio. I got so drawn in on your adventure it was if I had been right there, smooshed in the car with you and yours! Swimming, eating, seeing the sights. I’ve been in need of an adventure, I just arm chair adventured with you! You include such detail to the events, it’s palpable. Great job, thanks for being you!

  13. This post took me back 10 years back. I visited this park and just loved it……The beach was the place we used to go very frequently. I liked my 2 years stay in Oman,it was quite laid back those days. Don’t know how it is now….

  14. have made a comment on the above post of yours but is has entered your spam box, do approve it as i am not s spammer for sure.
    and do let me know after you approve it

  15. have made a comment on the above post of yours but is has entered your spam box, do approve it as i am not s spammer for sure.
    and do let me know after you approve it
    Take care
    Chauhan

  16. Out of curiosity, how’d you find my blog/why’d you like my post?

  17. Your comment is very much appreciated! Thanks, harshit

  18. “A year ago we were in one of the happiest countries in the world”
    I have made a comment on the above post of yours but is has entered your spam box, do approve it as i am not s spammer for sure.
    and do let me know after you approve it
    Take care
    Chauhan

  19. Glad. Following back :)
    more glad that we’ll be in contact, keep visiting.
    take care and Merry Christmas :)
    Harshit Chauhan

  20. I will be following you. Thank you very much! ;^)

  21. That was hilarious :) You can follow me, there is no such sign up :) LOL
    Glad you visited.
    Take care.
    Harshit Chauhan

  22. Most excellent post! You may be taking some of my weight as well and I will be very glad for it. Where do I sign up? LOL!

  23. What a wonderful adventure – thanks for visiting!

  24. Harshit
    Thanks for dropping by my blog. All the best to you.

  25. Glad you said,”WOW” :)

  26. and i’ll be honoured. :)

  27. Glad to find you here again.
    I never expected to be on my blog again in a very short spell of time.
    But anyways, I’m happy to find a reader and friend. :)
    take care and keep visiting.

    http://harshitchauhan.wordpress.com/

  28. Very interesting post! I think its always better to write from experience like you do!
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