RAK
Ras Al Khaimah is complaining that nobody takes it seriously. Ah well. I've only ever really been there once.
About ten years ago.
We were fairly fresh in the country, and decided that we should really check it all out. So one weekend we jumped in the Jeep and headed up to RAK. We took stuff for a barbecue, and were looking forward to a nice day on the beach. After all, the place was recommended by Anna, BetterArf's sun-worshipping buddy, who would go up there at least once a month.
Well, we got to RAK Town: nothing much there. We headed off to the beach, which was strewn with the skeletons of goats, sheep and at least one camel. Maybe they had recently had some traditional animal-slaughtering festival. Maybe the stuff was washed up by the sea. Maybe this was just where animals went to die. Whatever, we couldn't figure it out, but we certainly weren't going to do a barbecue there. I think we had a quick lunch at one of the little hotels, and then drove back to Dubai as quickly as possible.
Sometime later BetterArf asked Anna about her pre-occupation with RAK. 'Oh no, I don't go for the beaches, my tailor lives there!'. Ah, so now we know.
Anyway, I'm probably being terribly unkind to Ras Al Khaimah, and after ten years it might be about time to give it a second chance. I'll be sure to let you know if we do.
About ten years ago.
We were fairly fresh in the country, and decided that we should really check it all out. So one weekend we jumped in the Jeep and headed up to RAK. We took stuff for a barbecue, and were looking forward to a nice day on the beach. After all, the place was recommended by Anna, BetterArf's sun-worshipping buddy, who would go up there at least once a month.
Well, we got to RAK Town: nothing much there. We headed off to the beach, which was strewn with the skeletons of goats, sheep and at least one camel. Maybe they had recently had some traditional animal-slaughtering festival. Maybe the stuff was washed up by the sea. Maybe this was just where animals went to die. Whatever, we couldn't figure it out, but we certainly weren't going to do a barbecue there. I think we had a quick lunch at one of the little hotels, and then drove back to Dubai as quickly as possible.
Sometime later BetterArf asked Anna about her pre-occupation with RAK. 'Oh no, I don't go for the beaches, my tailor lives there!'. Ah, so now we know.
Anyway, I'm probably being terribly unkind to Ras Al Khaimah, and after ten years it might be about time to give it a second chance. I'll be sure to let you know if we do.
posted by Keef at
5:44 pm
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