The Mystery of the Al Wadi Nature Reserve: Glamping in Ras Al Khaimah
Across the sand, something is moving. Slowly. Stuttering. But real.
An oryx, I think, white flanks caked in dust, horns piercing the air. It’s almost as though she’s following the sun, appearing with its quiet, dawn-like shift across the dunes.
It’s early, but as a new mum, I’m used to early.
I’m not that used to quiet.