Archive for September 9th, 2008

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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.