We drove onto Masirah Island in total darkness after a ferry trip and arrived into the hotel in time for dinner. The next morning the 60kilometer length of the island would be ours. Rock pools at low tide revealed frightened fish, while the sands occasionally showed elegant Cowrie shells and beyond the sands of the aptly named White Beach provide a place to swim off.
This was where we came across a juvenile Egyptian Vulture too young to be concerned about a vast 4×4 car inching closer.
The only disappointment; a night-time walk along one of Masirah Island’s endless beachs didn’t stumble upon a nesting Loggerhead Turtle