Ringing in the New Year
New Year's Eve (now more than ever) just seems such an over-indulgent evening that we spend too much money on one evening and ring in the New Year by waking up really late with a hangover and the inability to barely do anything else. In the past 8-10 years, I have probably spent more of these evenings at home or with friends out camping etc so I wake up WITHOUT any after effects. In the past couple of years, courtesy of Twitter, a few of us have found our way to Bu Qtair to have a quiet and enjoyable meal with (what have now become) good friends, watch fireworks and wake up the next morning clear-headed and ready to take on the New Year and all the promise that come with new beginnings. This year, we had a different plan. By we, I mean my immediate family - youngest brother, my son, his wife, her mom and my very entertaining young grandson. Dhanu wanted to see the sunrise on the first day of the year and I thought it was a good idea. So we thought we'd wake up and see the sun rise in Jebel Hafeet. This meant that if we wanted to see the sunrise we had to be at Jebel Hafeet around 6.30 at least. As with all good intentions, we had made all our plans and woke up early (4am-ish) and got all our bits ready. Of course, when you're herding (yep it is the right word) so many different personalities, you have to make adjustments so we weren't ready to leave till around 5am. So we changed tack and took the new road and drove to Fujairah corniche instead.
Watched the sky lighten over the mountains as we drove down the new road to Fujairah and reached the corniche just as the sun began to rise.
We watched the sun rise, had some home-made masala chai, home made pav-bhaji and egg bhurji for breakfast followed by some home made lemon cake and more tea.
We made a day of it along the coast - meandering over to my friend Carol's place to see her garden, show Yojit the doggies and tortoises (things got a bit excitable there). We drove up the East Coast to Khor Fakkan where we hired a boat for Yojit's first boat ride. And drove further up through Dibba, cut across the mountains to Masafi. The drive is gorgeous even in the stark summer months but at this time of the year, its beautiful.
On the way back, we stopped at the Arabian Wildlife Centre and the Children's farm. I'd forgotten how wonderful this place was and seeing it all through Yojit's eyes was mesmerising.
I would do it again.
You can see some of the photographs on our Facebook and Path pages (if you're connected).
Happy New Year to another new beginning and the promise of another new year of possibilities.