Salmah and on to Bylad Sayt

After kahlid, we headed on to Salmah, hidden in a valley at 1000m along a dead-end track.
The road was the steepest we have ever experienced with us engaging the differential locks again and again as we came down the hill, wondering whether it was worth the risk to carry on. Suddenly, a man came out of his house, beckoning to us to come in. Margot and I exchanged looks, and I reversed up the hill into his entrance to be welcomed by his wife and their granddaughter for tea, Dates, and some of their modest meal.
They only spoke Arabic, but the grand daughter understood basic English; so we worked our way through.
The two had lived here all their lives, the grand daughter was visiting for the weekend.
Suddenly, an app on the mobile phone at the wall popped up and started to play the Muezzin calling to prayer. While the women stayed with us, the man disappeared to pray.
Before we left they insisted on us taking some of the few oranges on their orange tree.
We continued on to Bilad Sayt, also a dead-end track amidst mountains arriving there just before the sun set to walk around this beautiful age old village consisting of several "falaj" bringing water from springs in the mountains to hundreds of terraces. A miracle amidst this incredibly dry landscape.Leia mais