Breaking dawn @ Al Rams fishing village
As a part of the Scott Kelby worldwide event, I joined a photowalk organized by Dubai Photo Walk Club with my cousin. The event kicked off with a quick briefing at one of the gas stations and we started our drive to the spot at 1.30 am. There were around 25-30 people in their own individual cars and quiet obviously we got halted by the cops for random checking as we looked like a major convoy headed by the walk leader. After around 1.5 hours of drive through Ras Al Khaimah we finally reached the shoot spot at around 3-330 am in the morning – Al Rams fishing village. Al Rams is a small northern town in Ras Al Khaimah; the fourth largest emirate forming the UAE. A typical coastal town, Al Rams, has a rich tradition and culture. Lying on a thin strip of land between the Hajjar Mountains and the ocean, this village has a vibrant history based on the pearl divers of the yesteryear and a tradition of fishing that continues even today.
When we reached the place, we saw plenty of fishing boats docked in various patterns. The fishermen slept in their sheds along with their peers and fishing equipments. It was a serene experience to watch the boats swing to the lullaby of the coastal breeze and softly rocked by the waves; fishes randomly jumped across the water, and of course, the star filled sky. With the calm and silent atmosphere around, there was plenty of scope for long exposures. I took a decent stroll all around the place before I decided my vantage points for my shots.
As the dawn broke in, within no time the entire area was busy with all the fishermen getting ready for their trips and owners supervising their investments. Even in the wee hours, they were willing and quite excited to give us a quick pose and speak about themselves. Most of them were from different parts of South India like Kerala, Mangalore Tamil Nadu and the rest were from Andaman and Nicobar Islands and Sri Lanka. They told us stories how they had landed up here and how they coped up to earn a living. Many of them stayed in and around the village, best cases stayed in Labor camps. They could manage trips to their home countries hardly once in three to four years.
Majority of the fishing was done mostly during the winters. During summers, fishing was restrained to late evenings or early mornings. This is their life, a life of struggle, a life away from all the ‘glitz n glamour’ of the country, a life behind every tuna burger, fish fry, crab barbecue we enjoy in a ‘n’ star hotel.
‘Giving attention to the smallest details makes a great picture.’
–Luv n Peace, Vinayak Bhat