“Did anyone pack their galoshes?” Ahmed chuckled, gesturing towards the lush greenery surrounding us. “Don’t worry, the Khareef season ended months ago, but Ashqul still boasts its vibrant landscapes.” Ashqul, a hidden gem in the Dhofar region, might seem unassuming now, but its history is deeply intertwined with the legendary incense trade. This hamlet, much like its more famous neighbor Salalah, thrived centuries ago. Merchants, laden with frankincense from the nearby mountains, traversed these lands, their caravans a fragrant testament to Ashqul’s role in connecting Arabia to the world. The echoes of those journeys, of bustling markets and whispered deals, might be faint now, but the spirit of Ashqul remains. Imagine the aroma of frankincense, once worth its weight in gold, permeating the air. This ‘desert tear’, as it was known, flowed from Ashqul, carrying with it tales of prosperity and ancient wisdom. Although the incense trade has dwindled, Ashqul holds onto its legacy, a silent sentinel in the Dhofar landscape, whispering its stories to those who take the time to listen.
Hauptfriedhof
Lost in time stands the Hauptfriedhof Trier. A tranquil expanse in the bustling city it’s more than just a cemetery.