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Christmas Eve 2010

December 25, 2010

Last year we spent both Christmas Eve and New Year’s Eve with friends at our favorite fish shack restaurant, Bu Qtair. This has become the tradition.

There were Christmas crackers containing a paper crown, stickers and a funny joke. (A corny joke, if you want to know the truth – How do you fix a broken pizza? With tomato paste. What does a doofus call his pet zebra? Spot. You get the idea.)

This was our toothsome dinner – hamour, pomfrit, two shari (not pictured) and two kilo of spicy prawn (also not pictured). It didn’t take us long to stuff ourselves.

We are a little concerned about our beloved fish shack. They informed us that they now offer rice AND they brought out malmac plates (instead of paper) and forks. Getting downright hoity toity. Maybe this is what happens to a great place like this after being featured on a cable food/travel show.

Great fun was had by all, especially DaddyBird.

For more on this fun evening, see our friend Micheline’s blog. (She writes a great blog. You might want to follow her regularly.)

Merry Christmas Everyone!

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Time slippage

December 19, 2010

Where does the time go? I’ve been scolded for not posting more often (never make money with this blog if I don’t ya know – never mind that that has never been my intention). Not much has happened.

So, here it is:

i put up the tree.

artificial Christmas tree

The cats enjoy chewing on the artificial branches. (We did not even bother putting it up last year because they were still kittens.) It is currently encircled with a pair of toddler gates to keep them from grazing. Even though they could easily leap over it, it seems to be enough of a deterrent, so far.

We ate at pleasant little Lebanese restaurant with quaint decor (and good food, especially the freshly baked bread).

stained glass windows with shutters

And I saw this in the store.

granny square crochet poncho

And, no, it will not be under the tree.

There you have December, so far, in a nutshell.

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Dubai Metro Progress

December 4, 2010

Posted by Kanga.

We are finally seeing some progress above ground on the metro construction out our window. Compare to how it looked back in September 2008.

Salahuddin Road under construction

The traffic flow isn’t quite normal, yet. However, the main flow is not diverted around the back of our building, so it is much easier to exit our parking garage due to less traffic on that street. It is also easier to tell taxis where to drop us off and there is a safe area for them to pull over and let us out. Much improved.

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Camel Races

November 27, 2010

Posted by Kanga.
ten camels kneeling
We were invited to go out to the camel races.

The camels are fitted with remote controlled robotic jockeys, so the owners follow the camels in their SUVs on both sides of the race track. There are two tracks, 5 kilometers and 10 kilometers.

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Thanksgiving

November 27, 2010

Posted by Kanga.

We gathered with a large group of our friends at one of the restaurants serving a special Thanksgiving meal, Billy Blues. We didn’t take an official head count, but by the end of the meal, it was somewhere in the 25-30 range. We spilled over into additional tables.

It was not the same as a home cooked meal, but the food was good and the company was GREAT. The restaurant staff were pretty amazing, handling such a big crowd well.
green beans, mushrooms, turkey breast, mashed potatoes

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Falcon

November 20, 2010

Posted by Kanga.

You never know what you will encounter in the mall. Yesterday, it was a falcon. DaddyBird was pleased as punch to get to hold it for a few minutes.

man holding a falcon

Here’s the video. You might want to turn down the volume since the sound is mostly children screaming in the amplifying mall acoustics.

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Street Sights

November 16, 2010

Posted by Kanga.

truck load of goats

This is not an uncommon site on the streets of Dubai and probably anywhere else in the Emirates. These poor fellows are on their way to someone’s dinner table and not as guests.

tractor

This, however, is not something I see regularly. I doubt any of those three guys had a seat belt (maybe the driver, but it’s not a given) or any other safety equipment that would protect them in case of collision. It looked like a pretty rough ride.

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The Joys of Styrofoam

November 15, 2010

Posted by Kanga.

It has been a while and I am certain you have begun to wonder what my crazy cat has been up to lately.

This continues until the tray is torn up into little bits. When we are putting away groceries after shopping, we have to watch anything that is in a styrofoam package because he will snitch it and run off to play with it no matter what the contents are.

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Now This is Humidity

November 13, 2010

Posted by Kanga.

windows covered in condensation

This post is for the folks back home in the Pacific Northwest of the U.S. of A. who are used to seeing condensation on their windows when the weather outside is frightfully cold and they have their furnace or heating stove going full blast. The warm, moist air inside their home hits the window that borders on the cold outdoor temperature and ta-da you have condensation.

Here it is just the reverse. The condensation pictured above is on the outside of the windows of the building’s second story. We live in a desert surrounded by sand, but we are also on a coastline surrounded by water, very warm water. So, once that hot, wet air hits the window bordering the cold internal airconditioning, ta-da you have condensation.

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Neither a Conqueror Be

November 12, 2010

Posted by Kanga.

At work this week we had an all staff meeting that was actually very enjoyable and enlightening. Here’s how it went. Everyone sat at small tables, four people per table. Each group was given a pack of cards, a sheet of instructions, a blank sheet for score keeping and a pencil. The instructions described a simplified form of Hearts or Spades. We were to pair up across the table and were given a few minutes to practice and make sure we understood the rules of the game. We were not allowed to speak or write to each other during the game. We could make gestures, but no other form of communication. The instruction sheets were then collected from us (big hint here). Then, we played for real until the horn was sounded. The partners who had the winning score then got up and moved to the next table. We played again. As you might have guessed from the big hint earlier, the instructions varied from table to table. We played a total of three sets each time with the winners moving on to another table.

My partner and I didn’t win the first round (actually we tied, so we had to do a quick tie breaker) so we stayed at our table and welcomed new players. We launched right into the game and our newcomers were confused by who was winning each round. My partner and I enforced our set of rules and simply communicated by pointing to the winning card, whether is was a high card or trump. Our new players picked it up quickly, but we still beat them (home court advantage). This, however, meant that we had to move on the next table, where we met our original competitors. I was deeply into the symbolism of this, so I considered the new table to be a new country and my old competitors to be “expats” who had learned the rules of this new country and I expected them to teach it to me. Not so! We reverted to the original set of rules, never mind that we were at a different table.

After the final set, we discussed the experience. There were quite a few tables where the newcomers had acted like conquerors and insisted on their rules. There were some “host” players who were very confused and just surrendered to the newcomers. Others negotiated the rules and came up with a new way altogether.

I thought it was interesting that our reunion with our original competitors involved no assimilation to the new culture at all. We were like expats hanging out with other expats on a compound or base sticking with our home country rules.

I am pleased that I didn’t turn out to be a conqueror and that while in my home country I stuck to the rules and encouraged the newcomers to assimilate. I preserved my cultural heritage, so to speak.