For some reason all the photos are reversed, please scroll down to start your adventure with me.
Bye-Bye Jazan we're off for a late night flight back to the Capital.
An example of the houses found in the mountainous region of Jazan at a historical park outside the city. The doors were closed as it was holiday but Salwa our leader just push her way in and were got to see all that we missed out and need to explore on the main-land.
Tea anyone?
Or maybe TV?
How about a game?
A bridge built about 25 years ago from the main island the the next biggest one, before that you had to ride a camel through the water because only he could avoid the whirlpools and dangerous areas.
This meal was prepared by the local women for us of traditional dishes to the area. The fish was fresh the stews wonderful but I can't get used to millet of a gelatinous lump with no flavor.
One of many wonderful meals at the hotel of all fresh fishes and vegetables.
Our room when we blew a fuse on our side of the hotel.
What the local ladies at the hotel hide be hide at night to enjoy the beach with out prying eyes of men. You can find these set up all over this part of the world at night in parks, front yards on the sides of roads the favorite picnic spot of locals.
Hotel beach
The hotel lounge and gathering spot.
Our beatiful hotel hall way.
A feast of fresh caught fish by the Captain with his spear gun and home made breads just of the fire.
Breakfast on the boat.
The German Fort located on the island of Qammuh. It was built in 1901 durning the Turkish German alliance to store coal for the ships crossing the Red Sea
Our captain for a day of diving, snorkeling, swimming, shell collecting, food and fun with a police man wanting to know where we will be going so the Coast Guard ship could make sure we were safe from Somali Pirates for real.
Traditional items of the people today and of yester-year.
Crosses shown here tell of a christian period on the island.
This stone tablet was found by him and translated by a group of French archeologists about ten years ago. It speaks about Cesar and the governor of the Island named Ferrasan in the Sea of Hercules. If not for him many treasures would be lost and the history of KSA gone forever.
This guy was great he has collected old rocks and things from the island and has a personal museum in his home. Unfortunately he only spoke arabic and I could only understand a little. The metal bowls in his hands were to measure pearls the correct size would fall through the holes.
A tourist stop to see what they make with all the shells found in the Red Sea.
Our hotel beach.
This village was inhabited until about 50 years ago when the government built home for the people, there is some restoration done for a place to celebrate festivals.
Our Ferry free to all that want to visit this island paradise.
The forever seat decorations of the Arab world. PLASTIC, UGH.....
The sun rising at the port while waiting for our ferry.
Arrival at Jazan Airport in the Jazan Province of KSA after a 5am departure.
