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It was but yesterday we met in a dream. You have sung to me in my aloneness, and I of your longings have built a tower in the sky. But now our sleep has fled and our dream is over, and it is no longer dawn. The noontide is upon us and our half waking has turned to fuller day, and we must part. If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song. And if our hands should meet in another dream, we shall build another tower in the sky
Khalil Gibran, The Prophet

Khwar Najd is probably one of the most dramatic, easily accessible and most photographed inlet in Musandam. To make it even more exciting, its access road starts from a military shooting range, and the narrow dirt track gnaws its way straight up, before rushing down in a series of hairpin bends to the sea. At the top is a GSM transmitter, and a bit of flat ground with the best viewpoint. Further east is a broadening plain that fans out within the mountains, probably a lake from long ago, now nothing but a dusty forest of acacias rising out of silt.

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