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Al Ashkharah

"The town you pass through, not the one you stay for — and that's exactly its charm."

A working fishing town at the edge of the desert coast, the last real stop before the ferry crossing to Masirah Island.

Al Ashkharah wasn’t on our original route. We added it because the ferry to Masirah Island leaves from here, and we needed somewhere to sleep the night before an early crossing. What was meant to be a logistical stopover turned into one of the more honest, unpolished places we saw in eastern Oman — a town that has never once considered itself a tourist destination and is better for it.

The town runs along a long curve of beach where the fishing fleet — hundreds of small, brightly painted wooden boats — sits pulled up on the sand in rows that stretch further than seems reasonable for a settlement this size. Ashkharah’s economy is fish, plainly and almost entirely, and the rhythm of the place follows the tides and the boats rather than any calendar built for visitors.

The Beach at Low Tide

We walked the boat line at low tide one evening, past nets drying on wooden frames and men mending outboard motors with the unhurried competence of people who’ve done it ten thousand times. A few said hello. Most didn’t look up. It felt less like sightseeing and more like walking through someone’s actual workday, which after the more curated stops further north was a relief.

Rows of colorful wooden fishing boats resting on the sand at low tide in Al Ashkharah

The desert starts almost at the edge of town — low dunes creeping right up against the last row of houses, a reminder that this stretch of coast is really just the eastern hem of the Sharqiya sands, the same desert system as Wahiba further inland, running all the way to the sea.

Waiting for the Ferry

The ferry terminal itself is basic — a ticket office, a car queue, and a small café where we ate a plate of grilled kingfish that easily beat anything we’d had in Muscat’s nicer restaurants, for a fraction of the price. Crossings to Masirah run several times daily and take about ninety minutes across open water that can get choppier than the calm harbor suggests.

Sand dunes meeting the edge of the town of Al Ashkharah with the sea beyond

If you’re not continuing to Masirah, Ashkharah still earns a stop on its own for the fish market at dawn, when the night’s catch comes in and the auction runs loud and fast on the sand.

When to go: October to April for comfortable temperatures; check ferry schedules ahead, as sailings are sometimes cancelled in rough winter swell.