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January 24, 2009

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Abu Dhabi and a Road Trip in Oman

 

 

Culture Shock:  From Belize to the U.A.E.

I flew from Belize to Portland on a Wednesday night, worked in my office on Thursday, and on Friday I was on a plane bound for Abu Dhabi in the United Arab Emirates (U.A.E.).  As I described previously, Abu Dhabi is the capital of the U.A.E., a small, oil-rich country in the Middle East where Otak, my company, was working on a large contract.  I was looking forward to seeing Abu Dhabi again and was traveling with a group of Otak folks who were running a workshop, while I'd spend most of the week working in Otak's Abu Dhabi office.  This was my second trip to Abu Dhabi in the past year; I described my first trip at Around the World in Eight Days.  While my colleagues flew up front in Business Class, I opted to fly in Coach once again, a $2,000 ticket instead of the $10,000 ticket in Business Class.  But hey, as I explained last time, I'm cheap. 

 

Actually I'm glad I flew in Coach, because I sat next to a nice woman named Amy, a grad student at the University of London who was returning home after spending winter break in America.  We talked for several hours and at about midnight we decided to watch a movie ("Vicky Cristina Barcelona") on the seatbacks.  We started the movie at the exact same time so we'd laugh at the same scenes, and after the movie we dozed for a while, had an exquisite breakfast (o.k., I'm kidding -- this was Coach after all) and then resumed our conversation as we disembarked in Amsterdam.  I wanted to take her picture, but she was too embarrassed about her "airplane hair," as she phrased it, so I can't show you what she looks like, but she's about 5'-8" with dark hair and green eyes, if that helps.  After a few hours in the Amsterdam airport, I boarded another plane and arrived in Abu Dhabi around 10 p.m. and made it to my hotel. 

 

This was winter and it was pleasantly cool outside that night and the temperatures during the day would reach only about 75 degrees, unlike the 110 degrees with high humidity that I'd endured during my first visit here last June.  Abu Dhabi understandably is a major wintertime destination for Europeans on vacation, and as busy as it was here last June in the sweltering heat, it was absolutely crazy now in January with throngs of tourists enjoying the pleasant temperatures and balmy breezes.

 

After spending the previous week doing service work in the rural villages of Belize, suddenly being in Abu Dhabi with its excessive wealth was a real culture shock.  I'd come from one of the poorest countries in the world and was now in one of the richest.  The attitudes here in the U.A.E., especially among the elite, were totally different from what I'd experienced in Belize a week earlier, a difference that wasn't so much Arab vs. Central American culture, but rather a difference between rich and poor, which you'll find anywhere in the world within any culture, unfortunately.  Our workshops that week were held in the grand Emirates Palace Hotel, one of the most expensive hotels in the world, with some suites costing up to $10,000 a night.  But I left on the first morning as soon as I could without eating the fancy banquet lunch they had prepared and went back to the office and had a sandwich.  After being in Belize where villagers appreciate every small token, the gaudy wealth and excess in the Emirates Palace was too much for me.

 

Along with the emotional adjustment, I was also still dealing with some physical effects of being in Belize.  As I mentioned in my last update, I was hiking in a dark, Belize river cave with my friend, Kelsey, a few days earlier and took a picture of her, but I didn't see a submerged rock.  My shin smashed into it and I tumbled into the river.  I got a nice picture, but it left a deep puncture wound that hadn't healed yet and I'd been replacing the bandages several times a day.  Finally one day in Abu Dhabi, I decided to have a doctor look at it, so I went to a hospital where a doctor quickly examined it and said, "You're fine, you're fine," and then said, "That'll be 200 dirhams, please ($70)."  Gee… thanks doc. 

 

Speaking of physical effects, I'd also made the mistake in Belize of eating a slushy.  If you're not Belizean, you shouldn't drink the tap water there, something I'd been conscientious about during both of my service trips the previous year.   But you shouldn't drink anything with ice in it, either, since they make most ice from tap water, which I'd forgotten about.  On a hot day in the village of Succotz as we were building the library roof, I saw a man pushing a cart selling slushies (shaved ice) and I ignorantly bought one and ate it.  Bad move. 

 

My stomach started aching a few days later and I was still having issues when I reached Abu Dhabi.  Nick, one of my ProBelize  friends, euphemistically calls this sort of thing a "tummy tickle" and while it wasn't a big deal, it was a tad more than a tickle, Nick.  I was running low on Imodium so one evening I walked into an empty pharmacy and the pharmacist asked in a thick Arab accent if he could help me.  I said, "No thanks," as I scanned the shelves in vain, but after a few more minutes, he said, "You are looking for… Viagra?"  I laughed out loud and said no, then I saw the Imodium.  I still laugh about that.

 

Map of UAE    Map of Oman    Flying to the UAE

Above left:  The United Arab Emirates is about the size of Indiana and has the sixth-largest reserves of oil in the world.  The largest cities are the capital, Abu Dhabi, and Dubai.  Both cities are on the coast.

Above center:  Oman is next to the U.A.E. at the end of the Arabian peninsula.  The population is about 3 million and most people live in northern Oman, which is very mountainous.  The southern part of the country is flat, sandy and largely unsettled.

Above right:  I opted to fly in Coach instead of Business Class and I'm glad I did, because I sat next to a nice grad student named Amy.  We talked during much of the 10-hour flight from Portland to Amsterdam.

 

Emirates Palace Hotel    Workshop in UAE    Emirates Palace Hotel Restroom

Above left:  After arriving in Abu Dhabi, I headed to the Emirates Palace, one of the most expensive hotels in the world with suites running $10,000 a night.  No, I didn't stay here.  Instead we had several workshops here.

Above center:  Here's one of our workshops at the Emirates Palace.  Hey, aren't those are nice maps on the wall?  Yep, those are mine.

Above right:  A restroom at the Emirates Palace Hotel, the most opulent restroom I've ever seen.  Someone told me that if you see anything in this hotel that looks like gold, it probably is.

 

Walking Around Abu Dhabi... for 31 Miles?

I worked late every night at Otak's office in Abu Dhabi, often until 10 p.m., then usually got dinner at an Indian restaurant and went back to the hotel, and it was pretty much like that all week for me.  The work week in Muslim countries is Sunday through Thursday with the weekend being on Friday and Saturday.  Friday is prayer day and entire families often go to the mosque to pray, while Saturday is more for relaxation, sports, and family trips.  At the end of our work week on Thursday evening, the Otak staff was treated to a luxurious banquet at the expansive (and expensive) Shangri-La Resort on the mainland, one of the most luxurious resorts in Abu Dhabi and one of the ritziest places I've ever seen.  About 20 of us Portland and Abu Dhabi staff sat outside on the patio that evening having dinner and enjoying a spectacular view of the lighted Grand Mosque with its massive white domes, right across the waterway. 

 

Speaking of that, before the Grand Mosque was constructed they planned to make it the largest mosque in the world.  This sort of thing is typical in Abu Dhabi where "world's tallest," and "world's largest" are common phrases.  But the religious leaders in Mecca, the center of Islam, objected and said that no mosque should be larger than the one in Mecca, in Saudi Arabia.  The developers of the Grand Mosque in Abu Dhabi finally relented and scaled it back a bit, thus making it the second largest mosque in the world.  Meanwhile, a few hours north in the city of Dubai, the world's tallest building is currently being built.

 

The banquet dinner was nice but the best experience of my week in Abu Dhabi occurred on the weekend, when I finally got to see the city up close and personal.  On Friday morning, after the dinner the previous night, I left my hotel carrying my daypack, camera and GPS and walked around the city all day and well into the evening, covering 15 miles on foot and visiting major thoroughfares as well as back alleys while taking pictures and trying to comprehend this enormous city.  I returned to my hotel around 11 p.m. tired from my hike, but I got up early on Saturday morning and hiked another 16 miles around the city and shot another 400 pictures. 

 

Several things struck me during my long journey around the city.  First, despite walking 31 miles around Abu Dhabi, I didn't feel like I really saw it, it's simply that big.  I didn't have enough time to visit entire sections of the city that I wanted to see.  This city is enormous and it's growing at a phenomenal rate.  But more than the city's size, what really struck me was the friendliness of the locals.  As I explained in my Around the World update where I described my first visit to Abu Dhabi last summer, 90% of the people in Abu Dhabi are foreigners imported to do mostly menial labor, while the native Emiratis enjoy perks like free education, free housing, a guaranteed job, and early retirement.  Although the foreign workers make little income by U.A.E or Western standards, they earn a lot more than they would in their home countries and most of them are very grateful for their job.  Still, this situation creates a social stratification that made me uncomfortable during my first visit to Abu Dhabi last summer and still does.  

 

While I met several humble and gracious Emiratis during the week I was in Abu Dhabi, I also encountered several Emiratis who flaunted their wealth and power.  During the weekend as I walked on the streets, however, I was much more comfortable, mixing with the middle and lower class folks from the Middle East, India, and southeast Asia.  They weren't used to seeing a Westerner with a daypack and camera walking through their neighborhoods taking pictures, and I got a lot of curious looks and smiles as they tried to figure out who I was and why I was there.  I met so many friendly, warm people and to a person, they were courteous to me even after I said I was from America.  I talked to one fellow about 30 years old working in a rug store who told me in broken English that he was from Iran and asked me, "Where are you from?"  I said "America," and he said, "Oh, I love America!  I want go to America some day but I never will."  I told him, "Maybe someday you will go to America." and he said, "No, but I want to.  I love America!"  That conversation summed up the dozens of encounters I had with the locals during my weekend hike around Abu Dhabi.  I loved it.

 

Abu Dhabi buildings    Foreign Workers in Abu Dhabi    Painters in Abu Dhabi

Above left:  Abu Dhabi is a bustling city of a half-million people.  It's similar to Dubai, it's crazy sister city a couple hours north, but is a bit more restrained and pragmatic.

Above center:  About 90% of the people in Abu Dhabi are foreigners, including many low-wage laborers from countries like India and Pakistan.  They earn very little by Western standards but much more than they could in their home countries.  The treatment of laborers is an on-going political issue in the U.A.E.

Above right:  These friendly Indian painters motioned to me, wanting their picture taken.  Dudes, you're famous!

 

Guys on Abu Dhabi Corniche    Pepsi can in Arabic    Abu Dhabi at Dusk

Above left:  Every foreigner I met in Abu Dhabi was incredibly friendly, even after I told them I was an American.  Many insisted on having their picture taken, like these two gents on the corniche.

Above center:  My favorite drink -- and it's in Arabic.

Above right:  The highlight of my stay in Abu Dhabi was on the weekend.  I walked 15 miles around the city on Friday and another 16 miles on Saturday, yet didn't really see the city -- it's that big.  This is on Friday evening after walking all day and taking pictures.

 

Restaurant in Abu Dhabi    Restaurant in Abu Dhabi    Workers in Abu Dhabi

Above left:  A Turkish chef saw me taking pictures and eagerly spoke to me in broken English.  As I walked away, he gestured to me, then handed me some fried lamb dumplings.  What a generous offering.  But that's the way people are here.

Above center:  After walking for 10 miles, I was pretty beat, so I found a hole-in-the-wall Indian restaurant where I had chicken marsala.  It was incredibly spicy but delicious, and one of the best meals I've had in a long time.

Above right:  Meandering back to the hotel late at night with my camera, I encountered these friendly guys unloading rugs.  Everyone smile!

 

On To Oman

The next day, Sunday, I checked out of my hotel and left for a three day, 1,000-mile road trip around the neighboring country of Oman.  I rented what was probably the smallest car in Abu Dhabi, a three-cylinder Toyota Yaris, with a tiny back seat and a super-tiny trunk (or "boot" as they call it in the U.A.E., a British term), but that was fine because I didn't need much room.  And I think it had an extra rubber band to wind up in case the engine quit.  Before heading out, I stopped at a Wal-Mart equivalent called Carrefour's, a large store under the Marina Mall where they seemingly sold everything, including lots of camping gear, which I stocked up on. 

 

I left Abu Dhabi around noon and took the modern freeway across endless deserts and sand-filled landscapes for several hours east to the city of Al Ain on the Omani border, reaching the border late in the day.  I figured the crossing would be simple like it is in the U.S. when going into Canada, but I was wrong because I waited in line for a half-hour to get something approved, then I waited in another line for a half-hour, and then another.  The customs agents spoke little English and I spoke little Arabic, which complicated matters, since they couldn't figure out why a lone American driving a rental car would want to visit Oman, but finally after about an hour and a half, I was waved through. 

 

The sun was starting to set and I had no idea where to spend the night, but I finally found a dirt road leading off the highway, which I followed for a couple miles until I discovered a flat area where I could set up my tent.  I've camped in the American deserts numerous times and don't think twice about it, so I didn't think twice about camping in the Oman desert either, though maybe in retrospect I should've.  But no one bothered me even though a few cars drove by on the dirt road that night, but they didn't stop to check out who was camping.  If they had, they probably would've been surprised to discover it was an American.  In fact, during the three days I was in Oman, I didn't see one other American.

 

It was pretty chilly that night and I didn't sleep much since I'd bought a thin sleeping bag, so I got up before sunrise, had a quick breakfast, packed up and hit the road.  I drove all day through Oman which, as I discovered, is much more mountainous than the flat and sandy U.A.E.  The mountains were mostly barren but were expansive, some over 10,000 feet high.  I also discovered that the drivers in Oman are borderline crazy and I felt like I was the only person in the country driving less than 100 miles per hour as I tooled along at 60, but I made it to the historic coastal city of Sur that afternoon, where I checked into a modest hotel on the beach.  The desk clerk was in a good mood because, as he cheerfully told me after seeing my American passport, "This is inauguration day for Obama!" 

 

It struck me how much people in the Middle East, and also in Belize, know about America.  In fact, many folks in the Middle East (and Australia, and New Zealand...) know more about what's happening in America than many Americans do.  The election of President Obama was no different and it was celebrated by many of the folks I met in the Middle East, as they hoped for improved relations with the United States and not eight more years of belligerence.  I hoped for that, too.

 

Gas station in Abu Dhabi    Camping in Oman desert    Beach at Sur Oman

Above left:  On Sunday, I rented the smallest car in Abu Dhabi and headed to the neighboring country of Oman.  Gasoline in the U.A.E. was about $1.50 U.S. per gallon and in Oman, it was about half that.

Above center:  I got to Oman at sunset, then pulled off the highway and camped in the desert.  That's my $5 sleeping bag, which I bought in Abu Dhabi.  It was pretty chilly that night and I wished I'd sprung for the $10 bag.

Above right:  The next afternoon, I reached Sur on the coast.

 

 

Beach in Sur Oman    Sur Oman    Road trip in Oman

Above left:  Omanis are crazy about soccer and they'll play it anywhere at any time.  Those ancient watchtowers are ubiquitous throughout the country.  You see them everywhere.

Above center:  A Sur sunset.  And if you look closely, you can see another watchtower on the far hilltop.

Above right:  My little Toyota Yaris got 45 MPG, so my total gas bill for my 1,000-mile drive was about... oh, six dollars.

 

An Amazing Race Around Oman

I visited Sur that evening, walking through the back streets and then at dusk hiked up to a magnificent watchtower overlooking the harbor, from which I saw some of the dhows (sailing boats) that were built here, which is what Sur is historically known for.  The next morning, I left Sur for what I knew would be a long drive.  I had to be at the Abu Dhabi airport, about 400 miles away, that evening for my midnight flight back to the U.S. but before that, I wanted to visit Muscat, the beautiful capital of Oman.  If you're going to visit only one place in Oman, friends had told me, make sure it's Muscat.  I drove all morning through the desert mountains, and by early afternoon I reached the coast at Mutrah, a city on the waterfront a few miles from Muscat.  Mutrah was absolutely stunning, so I parked the Yaris and spent a couple hours exploring the town, including the very impressive Mutrah souq (pronounced "sewk," an open-air market).   

 

While meandering through the scores of market stalls at the souq, I spotted a one kilogram bag of frankincense, which I'd learned about on the PBS television series, "Globe Trekker," one of my favorite shows.  Megan McCormick, the main host of Globe Trekker and a woman I would love to meet someday (o.k., I admit she's my dream travel companion, but it probably won't ever happen), once explained that frankincense is resin from a certain tree that grows only in Oman and people burn it as incense or chew it like gum.  In fact, Megan's show on Oman is what prompted my visit to this country, not just to see the sights but also to buy frankincense, and I was determined to buy that kilo bag.  First, though, and in the Omani way, I haggled with the merchant for several minutes.  Never buy anything in an Oman market at face value, and instead, cut the marked price by two-thirds and bargain up from there.  We went back and forth for a while and I finally walked away with the bag of frankincense for about 10 dollars -- mission accomplished!  I hope Megan's proud of me.

 

I nervously glanced at my watch and thought about my midnight flight, but I drove on to Muscat for a quick visit.  It's a beautiful coastal city that I'd first seen on the CBS television series, "The Amazing Race," another show about travel with this one about contestants who race around the world.  If you've been reading my website, you know that "The Amazing Race" was the inspiration last year for my visit to Kuala Lumpur, the capital of Malaysia, just as "Globe Trekker" was the inspiration for my visit to Oman.  Muscat is at the end of a coastal road and is beautiful but, being the capital of Oman, large sections of the city are closed to the public so you can't really see much of it.  After taking some pictures, I hopped back in the Yaris and hit the road, and after a couple hours and what seemed like a thousand roundabouts, I turned left and took the highway up into the mountains where I crossed the U.A.E. border at sunset.  A few hours later I skirted Dubai and could see the city lights in the distance, then I made it to the Abu Dhabi airport by 10 p.m., a full two hours before my flight.  I was determined not to make the same mistake I'd made last summer when I had to run through the airport and almost missed my flight, so I checked in early and had plenty of time in the terminal before boarding. 

 

The flight back to the U.S. was pretty uneventful because, by now, I was getting used to long flights -- or I should say my backside was, and that's probably not a good thing.  The plane landed at Amsterdam around 5 a.m. and my flight for Seattle was leaving in five hours, so I thought about going into Amsterdam for a few hours to see it.  But it was cold and rainy so I didn't go, and instead I settled for two huge slices of pepperoni pizza and a Pepsi at the airport food court -- and for breakfast, no less!  After another 10-hour flight, I reached Seattle and after a short flight, I returned home to Portland.   It was a good trip and I'm glad I got my work done, but the best part, by far, was my 31-mile hike around Abu Dhabi and the 1,000-mile road trip around the spectacular country of Oman, albeit without Megan McCormick.

 

And regarding that bag of frankincense?  It made it through U.S. Customs without being confiscated (it is plant material after all, so I was a little worried).  So as with all my house guests, if you ever visit me in Portland, you'll leave my house with a small bag of frankincense.  And in that way, you can bring a little bit of the wonderful country of Oman into your own home.

 

Camel in Oman    Mutrah Oman    Mutrah Oman

Above left:  A roadside camel.  I had to be at the airport in Abu Dhabi that night and still had 400 miles to go.

Above center:  This is Mutrah, near the Omani capital of Muscat and probably the most beautiful city in Oman.  Those are dhows in the foreground.

Above right:  A watchtower on the hill overlooking Mutrah.  See, I told you that watchtowers were everywhere.

 

 

Mutrah souq    Frankincense    Muscat Oman

Above left:  I spent a couple hours in the eclectic and lively Mutrah souq.  This place is huge and there's seemingly no end to it.

Above center:  I haggled with this fellow over that bag of frankincense (front row, right).  Frankincense is resin from a certain tree that grows only in Oman, and you can either burn it or chew it like gum.

Above right:  My reflection in Muscat, the capital of Oman.

 

 

Sunset in Oman    Abu Dhabi airport    Portland airport

Above left:  Heading back to the U.A.E. that evening.  I had only four hours to catch my flight, so I hustled.

Above center:  But I got to the airport with time to spare.  Get ready for a very long flight.

Above right:  And back in Portland.  From the time I'd waken up in Sur to the time I went to bed in Portland, I'd been awake for 52 straight hours.  I really wish I could sleep on planes!  But it was a great trip.

 

 

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