Masirah is a small island off the East coast of Oman. It contains a Omani an air base and a fish factory, as well as a few small towns. Most of the inland is relatively deserted, and access to the island is only possible by a small car ferry or Omani Air Force Hercules (RAFO) flights, which is what Scott took to get there. He said these flights scared the pajeebees out of him; little prop job planes and pilots who didn't seem that professional; but he made it back alive, even after visiting there numerous times. The island contains many scenic beach scenes and is famous for its sea shells, many of which are unique to the island. Scott brought me back several shells, one I gave away was HUGE. It looked like a giant clam shell. My favorite is one that was a skeleton. I still have a basket of them. The rugged terrain and rough coastline of Masirah, has led to many wrecked dhows on the beaches of the island, most of them well preserved. Masirah is home to large turtles; Scott didn't mention seeing any though. Other than that, there wasn't much to say about Masirah, it wasn't Scott's favorite place to be!