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Home: Middle East: Oman: Mountains: Aqabat al Hamra:
high noon
Cum, listen w’ile yore Unkel sings /
Erbout how low sweet chariot swings, /
Truint Angel, wifout wings, /
Mah ’ittle Touzle Head.
Ray G. Dandridge, ’Ittle Touzle Head
The singsong voice of the Shawawi is flowing over the slopes of the Western Hajar, east of Jebel Shams, far away from roads and tourists, money, development, doctors, schools and time. Welcome to the smallest, loneliest settlement on the jebel, a place where time stands still, where people don’t know how old they are, where the village is made up of ten people. This is the story of how one family walked up the mountain and made a village.