Jabal Akhdar is 15 degrees celsius cooler than the surrounding desert. It is a mere 33C (91F) compared to 48C (118F). It was a gorgeous break, to say the least. It is also, understandably, the home to many villages, most with terraces to support farming in this cool, wet land.
It was also a rebel stronghold in a rebellion against the Sultan in 1957.
The road up Jabal Akhdar, the Green Mountain
The view from a summit of Jabal Akhdar
The road of ascent
Nizwa (?) in the distance
Curtis, after pushing a rock large rock down the mountain and dislodging several more, hurriedly egressing the scene of the surely imminent rockslide
A village of Jabal Akhdar
A mosque of the plateau
Walking the goats
The bottom village
A Koran fragment in a cave
Where old Korans go to die a respectful death
An oasis pool
Walking through the village
Irrigation system, mountains, terraces, village
The mountain and the mosque
The moon and the micro-metropolis
A tale of two villages
I don’t know how he got up there
The setting sun and a contrail highlights two of the three sister villages
A young lady consents in a most longsuffering way to being photographed
The plateau’s mosque
The mosque and the moon
Late for prayers
Bowing down
The halal (lawful, kosher) princess dream
The pagan princess dream
One liberal, apples aren’t for teachers only, and too hot to walk home in shoes
A weary walk home for lunch
The only man in town that appears shirtless in public
Two liberals
Hanging out under a tree in the heat of the day
A lone figure
A cute young lad
