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Muttrah Corniche


Have you ever experienced being a tourist in a country so stunning and breathtaking and you're pressed for time but you don't want to let go of the chance to see a bit more of that place because you don't know if you'll ever set foot there again?

That's what I experienced when I arrived in Oman. I didn't have much time! I wanted to explore more but I didn't have the luxury of time.

These were taken on my first day there. Prior to the Mina Al Sultan Qaboos Waterfront launch, we were given a tour of the Corniche and Muttrah Souq. I was mesmerized and I wanted to linger but I focused on the event ahead because I knew that I would have time to visit the corniche the following day.

This is how it looks like at dusk. It was low tide and sea gulls flew by to search for food. And this is the only corniche I know that's located along a busy road. How blessed these Omanis are -- to pass by this view everyday!




On my second day, when the taxi driver I hailed from the hotel asked me if I wanted to check out the Old Muscat after visiting the Sultan Qaboos mosque, I immediately said yes - eventhough I should be back at the hotel getting ready for my flight back to Riyadh.

This is Muttrah Corniche in the morning.


Like a siren who lures anyone with her beauty, the Muttrah Corniche is lined with souqs and restaurants to entice tourists to shop and spend more time there.

And I was enticed. Who wouldn't? With the turquoise blue sea on one side and the rugged hills on the other and arabic inspired pathways dotted with structures every kilometer or so in front of you, any tourist would fall in love.




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