Hobo Lolo

A Day Trip from Dubai to Musandam Some days are just meant to be different. Saturday, February 1, 2014  started like any other morning in Dubai—skyline glowing, coffee brewing, the city slowly coming to life. But we weren’t staying. We were chasing the kind of silence you don’t find in skyscrapers or shopping malls. We were heading north, to the edge of the Arabian Peninsula, to a place where time slows down and the sea speaks in echoes. A Small Stop, A Big Shift Our journey began not with a grand gesture, but a humble one—a quick stop at a gas station convenience store near Ras Al Khaimah. We grabbed cold water, a few snacks—chips, dates, a bit of chocolate. Ordinary things. But even then, the air felt different. There’s a kind of magic in those little pre-adventure rituals. In that moment, with our arms full of snacks and the mountains waiting in the distance, we already felt lighter. Crossing Borders, Shedding Noise At the  Al Dara border , we handed over our passports, pa...