Archive for September, 2008

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A trip to the beach. (Accidentally)

September 29, 2008

Kanga has this week off for the end-of-Ramadan holiday, “Eid al Fitr”, so yesterday we and a couple of her co-workers took a little trip to some of the smaller northern Emirates: Sharjah, Ajman and Umm al Quwain. We saw a few museums and other sites, many only from the outside since they were closed for the holiday. It was still a fun trip and very interesting; we will have many ideas about what we want to go back and see on future trips. One of the highlights of the day was a wrong turn we took on the way from Ajman to Umm al Quwain which took us into the area of Hamriya, an area mostly dominated by industry and shipping since it is a designated “Free Zone” of Sharjah. “Dominated” is not really a very descriptive word in this case. It is a very large area with only a few industrial compounds, but even fewer homes. However as we passed through the area of the houses we noticed that we could see the Arabian Gulf nearby, so we decided to take a look since we hadn’t seen it up close yet. (Yes, the ARABIAN Gulf, NOT the ‘Persian’ Gulf. Not on this side of it at least!)
When we rounded the block going towards the water we discovered there was a lovely public beach area, and even more lovely water bordering that. Both Kanga and I took several picture with our cameras, but they really do not do the place justice! It tremendously beautiful. That water was so blue and there were so many sea shells on the beach. I haven’t seen a beach that pretty in a very long time.
If you come visit us sometime a trip there is a big must. besides being lovely it was deserted except for us! It was a pretty out of the way place so it may be relatively unpopulated anytime of the year.
Kanga took pictures of it and of other stops on our day trip that she will share as well.
Here is the address for the web album and a few of the pictures:

http://picasaweb.google.com/pauliancastle/TheBeachAtHamriya#



(Posted by Daddybird)

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Awkward restaurant experience

September 27, 2008

So last weekend we went to a restaurant in an expensive hotel to meet up with the Mac Users Group for Iftar (meal that breaks the daily fast). The cost was Dhs 158 each (somewhere in the neighborhood of $40.00 each). These dinners are usually buffets with a range of rice and meat dishes (and not much in the way of veggies). They had salmon, so I was happy. I will let Paul fill you in on the rest of that evening. I only mention it to set up the rest of this story.

A couple of nights ago we went out to walk in the neighborhood and Paul wanted to drop into the Iranian restaurant that he had seen on one of his earlier explorations of the area. We ended up approaching from the backdoor, rather than the front due to signage confusion. It was locked, so we started to go in search of the front door, but they opened it and said “Yes, sir?” So, they let us in the backdoor, then asked if we had reservations. Oh, oh. We did not. However, they proceeded to put us in a private room. The buffet was the usual meat and rice fare – no salmon ;-( So, as the evening progressed and we were getting the private room treatment, we began to wonder what this meal was going to cost us. It was a whopping Dhs 108 for the two of us (approx. $27 total).

We’re not sure if they put us in the private room because they didn’t have any other tables available, or because we were caucasians, or because that’s what they do with people who don’t have a reservation… It may have been to segregate us because there were no women in the main room. Restaurants often have “family rooms.” They are very concerned with separating “bachelors” from women (because of ogling). Family rooms tend to be noisy and full of kids running around poorly supervised, so I’ve decided that the next time someone says they are putting us in the family room, I will beg them not to. I’d rather be in a room of staring men than one full of uncontrolled children.

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Saturday Misadventure

September 25, 2008

So, following our Friday adventure, we had an interesting Saturday. We had two missions we wanted to complete – find the quilting store to buy sewing supplies and go to Homes R Us (yes, that is what it is called) to order our bed frame. The quilting store is in Bur Dubai, the area of the city that is across the “creek” from us. Daddybird figured out what bus line would take us there and we got on the bus without too much trouble. This particular bus had display screens on the ceiling telling you what stop was next, HOWEVER, the display was off by several stops, so we exited the bus way too early. It was hot and we walked quite a ways trying to find the landmark we were seeking, then walked all the way back in case we had gone the wrong way. So, Daddybird studied the map in the bus stop shelter, which was air conditioned, thankfully. We got on another bus and were able to get within a couple blocks of our destination. We found the quilting store, which was interesting in itself. It is a small retail space. It wasn’t really designed for shoppers to come in and browse. It was clearly an Indian family business and they were set up to actually make quilts right in the shop for you, apparently. Anyway, I was successful in buying some thread, needles, seam ripper, etc.

Next we set off to figure out how to get to our next destination. After standing/sitting in the heat, watching the buses go by and being unsuccessful at flagging down a taxi, I was getting dehydrated. I suggested that we go to a shopping center I had seen as we got off the bus and get something to drink. Which we did, but since it is Ramadan and one cannot/should not drink or eat in public before sundown, we each took our drinks into the restrooms and drank them there, out of sight. Next, we ended up back at the same bus stop waiting for buses/taxis. We got on a bus that Daddybird said showed on the map as going right by our destination. It did indeed go right on by our destination at full speed. So, we ended up staying on the bus all the way to the end of the route which went out into the industrial area and the labor camps.

These pictures aren’t particularly good, but what can you do when you are in a moving bus? As you can see, it is somewhat bleak in the industrial area. Large areas of open space between industries.


The picture above was taken at the end of the bus line. There did seem to be some civilization out there, so it wasn’t like being completely stranded, but in the heat, those buildings were a very long walk away.



Here is Daddybird at the end of the bus route. There were three buses. The one we came in on. The one at the front of the line that had no driver and the hood over the engine was up, which is never a good sign. And the bus in the middle, which we were able to take back the way we came after a short wait. It took an hour to get out to the end of the line and about an hour to get back.

This is a picture of one of the labor camps. It is not a very good example, but the best I could get from a moving bus. They actually call them labor camps (for Westerners that is a loaded phrase). Employers here are required by law to provide housing for expatriate employees. There are an astronomical number of expatriate construction workers, housekeeping workers, etc. Many employers have these apartment buildings out in the boondocks and bus their workers into work. The livability of these accommodations varies greatly. Some are clearly well maintained, others are very slum-like and overcrowded. There were some where the air conditioner was missing and there was just a gaping hole where it should be. I cannot even imagine how hot it would get inside. There is clearly room for better regulation of worker accommodations. I’ve noticed a tendency here to declare that something be done without a clear delineation of what that means – like how many people to a room, building maintenance, air conditioning, etc.

I’ve heard people remark about how bad these labor camps are and I agree some are very bad. But, I also think what American employer would provide housing and transportation for manual laborers?

So, Daddybird and I seem to be bad tourists, or maybe just accidental tourists who get on the wrong bus and see things 99.99% of tourists don’t see. It’s not a bad way to go, I think. (By the way, our adventure cost us 2 bus fares each which is about $1.10 each. We’re not only accidental tourists, but cheap ones, too. Just try to find a 2 hour tour for $2.20.)

P.S. We did make it to the store eventually and ordered our bed frame which is now in place and beautiful.

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A good day

September 23, 2008

If you are already jealous of us, this is a blog entry you might want to skip. Two good things happened yesterday. #1 Our electricity/water/sewage bill came. Not many people would say that is a good thing, but for one month it came to Dhs 217 (approx. $59.00). Our water bill alone back in Ptld was $50.00/mo. So, considering that we have the air conditioning going 24/7, $59.00 is pretty amazing.

#2 We went up to the roof last night and swam in the pool. We could see the beautiful city lights from up there. It was great to swim under the stars. It was warmer outside than in the pool, so when we got out we weren’t shivering. A very pleasant evening indeed and one that bears repeating.

One of our orientation sessions was about culture shock and the stages one goes through after moving to a new country. This included an initial high followed by depression followed by a return to balance. I keep asking Paul when the depression is going to hit. We haven’t seen hide nor hair of it. Going to the immigration office gives me the heeby geebies, but that’s as close as I’ve come.

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Friday Adventure

September 14, 2008

This is the entrance to the Gold Souk. I didn’t take any pictures inside. We were too busy trying to get out to stop and take pictures. As we approached, a man came up alongside us. “Sir, excuse sir, watches? good watches? Rolex….” and he had a really long spiel about the wares in a particular shop. After he ran out of watch brands, he started in on “handbags, Louis Viton …” etc. Then when we approached his shop he tried to steer us into it. This scenario played out several times. I stopped to look in a showcase window only once to see the actual wares and the salesman came to the door and beckoned us in. Too aggressive for me. Not how I like to shop. The prices on the rings that we were looking at were way out of our range. Of course, haggling is expected and that is only a starting price, but it would have taken a lot of haggling to get it to what we could afford. We will have to be much richer before going back to the Gold Souk.

We think this may have been the Old Souk. It was not open. It may just be closed all of Friday (holy day) or it may have openned after sunset. We wandered into the Spice Souk, too. They were not open for business, but we could smell the wares. Yum.
Next we walked down the waterfront of Dubai Creek. The boats are tied up 4-5 deep along the edge.
Along the creekside there are piles of goods to be loaded on the boats and shipped to India or other areas in the Persian Gulf.
Notice the sophisticated way the goods are secured to the boat with wooden pallets and various poles. Pretty amazing.
Here’s a shot of Paul, the goods piled along the creekside and the buildings along the street. A bit of a contrast between the piles of tires, boxes, etc. and the high rise hotels with a creek view.
Some of the goods looked more like garbage.
Then we came to a section where there are small boats that take people on tours of the creek (bay/inlet). The hawkers were out trying to encourage us to take a ride. It was a mild evening, only 100F, but we will wait for this until the weather improves.
Above is one of the tour boats. Below is the second section of goods waiting to be loaded onto boats. It seemed to go on forever.
As we were walking along this section I noticed an entire motor and transmission among the goods to be loaded. Maybe this is where it came from? This stripped and abandoned car is a very unusual sight.

Here is one of the painted camels. Notice the falcon motif. The falcon is to the UAE as the eagle is to the USA. There is a little boy standing under the camel, not a fifth leg.
You can probably guess why the we liked this camel.
Here is a building with the lighted holiday greeting “Ramadan Kareem” which is something like It’s Ramadan, be generous! You see this a lot in shopping malls.

We had another adventure on Saturday, but that’s a tale for another day.

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Transliteration

September 11, 2008


Here is a picture of my name plate. Notice that it has my name transliterated in Arabic above it. (Read from right to left.) I especially like the long flat part. I’m not sure if that is how the letter is written or if they were lengthening it out to match the length of the English.

There is a lot of transliteration here, especially on store names. For example, Baby Shop is not shown in Arabic with the words for “baby” and “shop, ” but is spelled out in the Arabic letters that come closest to Baby Shop. They don’t have a “p,” so it is probably Baby Shob. A classic example is a furniture store called “2XL,” which in itself is a strange name, but it is transliterated in Arabic as “2eksl,” again no “x” in the alphabet.

I got new business cards, too. They are in English on one side and Arabic on the other. I took pictures and was going to post them here, but then thought twice about the wisdom of posting my contact info on a blog. Duh. So, you will just have to imagine what they look like.

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Living the Travel Channel – Jumeirah

September 9, 2008

First let me apologize for posting so many posts in one day. It is difficult for me to get time to post things as my work schedule is hectic and I feel guilty taking time to do personal things. However, today I am putting an extra long day because I can’t leave until my ride leaves, so I am taking advantage of it.

These pictures are of the Madinat Jumeirah Resort area taken on August 27th. Our “convocation” ceremonies were held here in the conference center. It was quite a “to do” complete with a multimedia/laser/pyrotechnics show. There really were fireworks, I kid you not.
The resort has a conference center, a hotel, several restaurants, and a souk (shopping area) all around these canals.
Around town are camels and Arabian horses like this one similar to the painted cow art project that started in Chicago. This camel had the continents and oceans on the other side.

You might notice that some of these pictures have a hazy look around the edges, as if I were photographing Barbara Stanwick, but it is only because it was so humid (and I mean SO HUMID) that the lense was fogged up. It is interesting to live in a place where the condensation is on the outside of the windows not the inside. Sign of a bad day = water dripping from the airconditioning vents and condensation on the outside of the windows.


It is a very beautiful place and I look forward to going back on a more hospitable weather day.

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Living the Travel Channel – Residency visas

September 9, 2008

After very annoying and troublesome additional medical falderall, I received my residency visa. Almost in the knick of time, since for the first 30 days we were on temporary visas and those were about to run out. As of this writing, however, Paul’s remains a question. We have all the necessary paperwork, except the duly processed marriage certificate. Now, by duly processed, I mean a legal document obtained from the Oregon office of vital records, then sent to Salem to be authenticated by the Oregon State Dept., then sent to Washington DC to be authenticated by the US State Dept and then sent to the UAE Embassy in also in Washington DC for the final authentication. You can imagine that this process takes a while. Unfortunately, I do not know exactly where in this process my certificate it, but I know it ain’t here. So, hopefully, the director of immigration will take pity on my situation and sign my application to sponsor Paul’s visa anyway. I suspect that the plan B is to send Paul out of the country for a day (to Oman) and back in with a new 30 visitor’s visa. Hopefully, this will turn out to be another tempest in a teapot.

(Post script – we met the deadline and Paul can stay in country, however there is more to the process. Paul has to go through the medical exam process and then he should get his residency visa following that.)

In order to get a residency visa, you have to be sponsored by someone, either an employer or family member. Hence, the college sponsors me and I sponsor Paul. Seems like a reasonable way to control immigration, otherwise everyone would be coming here! However, it sets up some employment problems, because so many of those who do manual or blue collar labor are dependent on their employers in order to stay here. If you don’t like your job, you can’t just quit and get a new one. It also opens the door to blatant exploitation of those lower level workers. Many of them work 12 hour shifts 6-7 days a week for what we would consider low wages (better than what they could get in their home country, which is why they put up with it).

The thing that is probably most uncomfortable for us here, is being waited on. It’s one thing to have busboys in a sit down restaurant, but they have them here in mall food courts. People look at you strangely if you bus your own table. Also, even the juice kiosk in the mall has a seating area and they may take your order at the counter (if you don’t have the good sense to sit down first) and then you are expected to sit down and be waited on. There is a security guard in the entrance to our building. He is actually more than that, sort of a manager as well, although he wears a blue uniform. Whenever we come in from the store carrying bags, he offers to help us by carrying the bags up to our apartment. We always refuse and thank him for the offer. We are so used to being self-sufficient Americans, that the offer still surprises us. The people in
service type jobs also seem very eager to serve and a little put out if you don’t let them. They differ from the surly American busboy who would much rather be doing something else, somewhere else. The American idea that anyone can be president, a star, rich, etc., makes a service job a negative thing. I don’t know enough about the cultures of the people in service jobs here to know how deep their positive attitude goes. Are they eager to please because they are genuinely eager to please or only because it is the demand of the job.

On days when I have to take a taxi home from work, I wait in the lobby of the college administration building. It is large round area with granite flooring. And, regular as clockwork, there is a man mopping that floor (apparently everyday) at 5:30 pm, whether it needs to be mopped or not. When he comes by where I am sitting, I raise my feet so that he can mop under them and this seems to amuse him. He may very well be saying to himself “crazy American.” Who knows.

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Ramadan

September 9, 2008


A clarification and a couple responses to comments

The dress customs I described apply only to Dubai, each country or region has their own twist on fashion. I was looking through a book of photographs of Dubai from the first half of the 20th century and, clearly, the dress for different age groups differed from the current practice, just as American fashions from 1950 differ from 2008. Burqa has been used to refer to the whole outfit, head to toe, but it is actually a leather or metal mask that covers some of the face (nose and cheekbones).

As for ogling, I do not make eye contact. The ogling happens even when I am walking with Daddybird. In part, I wish I could stare rudely right back at them. It is amusing to see just how far they will turn their heads around to watch a woman walk by. If their eyes could pop out of their heads, like in the cartoons, they would. Some women are bothered by it and take offense. I don’t feel threatened or creeped out. It just amuses me how extreme it is and how abnormal it seems.

John G – As for the Amazing Race, we will probably be completely in the dark on that one. We don’t have a TV and I haven’t had time to read newspapers. Maybe Paul keeps up with the news better than I do. If I see crazy Americans running around trying to catch a taxi, boat, or whatever, it will probably not stand out as unusual. Although, the cameramen following them might.

When we looked at our apartment, there were two apartments open in the building. The one we didn’t choose was on a lower floor, next to the elevators, and a little smaller. Daddybird started to make an argument for the smaller apartment, but I insisted on the larger one. Bigger is always better and I thought there might be noise from the elevator. There is a mosque across the street from this smaller apartment and therein lies the real rub. The call to prayers is broadcast 1 1/2 hours before dawn and several times during the day. Had we taken that smaller apartment we would have been waking up to the call to prayer everyday. Our apartment is on the other side of the building, so we are hearing the construction noise from the rapid transit train that is being constructed (and yes they are working around the clock), but that will eventually end. Most nights I can sleep through it.

Now, what’s new? It’s Ramadan! We can tell you now what we’ve been told to expect and later we can blog about what we actually observe.

Ramadan is a 29-30 day period determined by the lunar cycle. Even though the cycles of the moon can be predicted, the timing of Ramadan is still determined by the physical sighting of the new moon by a committee. Muslims fast from 1 1/2 hours before dawn until after sunset. This means not just no food, but no liquids either, which seems a little dangerous in a desert climate. The elderly, pregnant women, and others with physical challenges are exempted. However, when the sun goes down — party on. The feasting begins. Imagine 29-30 Thanksgiving dinners in a row. There is a lot of visiting of relatives during this time. There are also extra prayer times and meetings in the mosques where they endeavor to read through the entire Qur’an before
the end of the month. Then there is a big breakfast that must be completed before the morning call to prayer (1 1/2 hours before dawn). There are also special soap operas that air only during Ramadan and the devoted fans record them and watch them all. So, when do these people sleep? I do not know.

How does this impact us? Not much, except that public behavior is somewhat restricted. Out of respect, non-Muslims don’t eat or drink in public (the culturally sensitive ones, anyway). There is also no smoking, alcohol, dancing, or public display of affection (holding hands, etc.). Most (read 99.99%) of restaurants are closed during the day and open after sunset. Banks, stores, businesses change their hours of operation. Most people work only 6 hour days instead of 8.

At work, there is a coffee shop that is set aside for non-Muslims to go for eating and drinking. It is “closed” in that the coffee shop personnel are not there and we cannot buy coffee or food. We have to resort to instant coffee and whatever food we bring from home. The windows are papered over, so that no one can see us eating and drinking.

The Marks and Spencer and Toys R Us across the street are covered, and I do mean covered, in strings of what we would call Christmas lights. (As you can see in the picture at the top of this blog entry. I tried to add it here, but was unsuccessful.) They turn them on after dark (possibly only while they are open).

Immediately following Ramadan will be a three day festival – Eid Al Fitr – with more feasting and visiting relatives. I will have these days off from work, so hopefully we will be able to get out and participate in some of the festivities.

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Directions and Corrections

September 5, 2008

Well it turns out that buildings in Dubai will be getting street addresses! The Roads and Transport Autority (RTA) announced that a pilot program is underway to assign addresses to all building and roadways That will- hopefully- make it easier to find your destination, get deliveries and, most importantly, tell your taxi driver where you want to go!
It will, however, take away the satisfaction feels when successfully having managed to get the taxi driver to understand where you want to go without an address!
We don’t know yet how well this will work and how quickly they can implement it, but they are pretty good at getting things done here and improving things when necessary so I expect it won’t take too long.

In related news in my previous post titled “Where are we??” I included a map with some notes on it. One of the note stated that I didn’t think that the numbers given to the side streets were official. It turns out they are official. And there are even street sign to prove it!
Still, I don’t know who uses these to refer to the streets or to give directions. My only guess about them, besides being a bureaucratic reference, is that they may be used by emergency personnel. Perhaps they will be used in the upcoming addressing system. With the streets named, or at least numbered, all that has to be done is to give the buildings their own numbers. One problem with that is that it’s not obvious that the street number assignments is unique, that is, there may be a “4th street” in more than one area of town, which will require that the district name still be used to distinguish which 4th street you’re referring to. But that’s not a big problem, and it’s still easier than verbally guided navigation by landmarks.

If a lot less satisfying.