Post food, the story was all about finding our way back out of down town Ras Al Khaimah. A left here and a right there led us back onto the main highway and heading for the northern coastline. That didn’t stop a bit of random JDM hunting mid route though.
You’ve got to love the passion of the UAE as you scoot along the coastal roads. Fine hunting grounds for the Toyota 86 and exactly what I’d been looking for. With the sign-off from the family, I started to attack the slippy, poorly laid roads, revelling in the chassis dynamics the 86 threw back at me. Yes, the rear tyres had seen better days, and the asphalt was pretty treacherous, but the little Japanese sports car was lapping it up.
After the better part of 40 minutes in dreamland, it was family time again: find beach, park, have fun!
With only a few hours left in the day and a very happy looking border patrol man, we headed for Oman. After ten minutes of checks and a quick look round the 86 by said friendly Border dude, we were onto even better roads on the Omani side of the peninsular. The most surprising aspect of hopping countries was just how clean everything is. Gone is the random piles of rubbish, replaced with well manicured gardens, clean open areas and (even better) clean beaches.