During the third day of the festival, I witnessed the ‘fisheries wealth’ of Taqah east of Salalah. And with ‘wealth’ I mean not only the fish as a source of income. In the lens I saw the proud of the fisherman when showing the catch of his biggest fish, the harmour. With the camera I tried to catch the art of throwing the net.
I sensed the companionship of the people during the race on rafts of oil barrels. Shouts of encouragement were in the air during running with weights.
In the early evening, music, singing and dance in the Djebali village brought peace in the hearts. With a glass of hot goat milk and with the smell of goat meat prepared on hot stones, the night began.