Passing through Ibri

During the twenty four hour journey to Cambodia, I had a lot of free time to think about the adventure ahead. Naturally, I also reflected on previous explorations. I thought I would share some of those memories.

First in the series: our trips in and around Ibri. My husband and I spent a year teaching at a college in Oman. We stayed in a village called Ibri, which we were told translates as “passing through”.

Wadi Dhum

Our first big outing in Ibri was to the nearby wadi. We went with a few of the lecturers from college. I had just hurt my back so I stayed behind with my office mate Maria, our friend Ashok, and the kids, while the rest hiked a bit further to jump off the wadi walls into the water.

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The walls were so barren compared to the clear water.

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I rested my injured back

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while the others hiked on and jumped into the clear water

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from way up here.

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A smorgasbord of delicious food,

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and relaxing in the shade, was the perfect way to end the day.

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The amazing Ashok painted this while we rested in the shade.

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Mud Village

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The old village with the new in the distance.

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They all have these beautiful doors.

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They used to live here before oil money

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changed their way of life forever.

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Some people brave the heat to play on a dusty field.

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Still too hot for me to exercise outside…

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Camel tax for making it this far.

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Photos by Rheedan

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