Wade W.
Google
Fort Bahla is less a historical treasure and more a luxury high-rise for bats. Step inside and you’re greeted by… nothing. Well, nothing except the constant flutter of wings overhead and a few sad museum glass cases — all empty, like someone stole the exhibits during the Bronze Age. I briefly got excited about a “museum of doors,” but no, not Jim Morrison, not even a funky carpenter’s passion project — just a few dull doors looking like they’d been rescued from a skip. The only real reward is the view from the top, which is nice, though you’ll probably enjoy it while a bat swoops past your head in casual ownership of the place.