We have now moved into our own home in a beautifully
landscaped part of Dubai. I have a little patch of green of my own, which
unfortunately is wilting but honestly, in this heat, if it’s a choice between
the garden and me, I think I win hands down, no questions asked! 50-52degrees
is de rigueur, and, aha, my clothes
dry faster than I can hang them out!
The sun gives me a headache (I’ve always had this silly problem, its exacerbated here), so I
have decided to wear a hat no matter what anyone says, tho my cousin insists,
rather uncharitably methinks, that I look like a matronly dowager from
Georgette Heyer’s novels L! Well better matronly than smelling
salts or asprin!
Currently have a choice between quasi- Ramadan state
or house arrest, lol! Non-Muslims are also not permitted to drink or eat in public
places which include cars on the road or so I have been told. (Though I suspect it seems a lot more restrictive the 1st Ramadan u're here since evryone is well intentioned about warning you, might get better next year? I live in hope, lol!)You cannot chew gum, most restaurants don’t serve
food (tho some do takeaways),
theatres frisk your bags for eatables and theoretically, the only public place
you can quench your thirst is probably the privacy of a loo (J)
if you are out! Having been in a totally relaxed Cairo, this is
completely alien to me, and, an adventure in itself. But am determined to
explore the city, and, given state of no drinking, no eating, might hope to lose
some weight in the process!
Having said that, Dubai is an easy city to settle
in, most things, once you figure how they work, come together quite well.
P.S. R insists
this losing weight thingy is like a Freudian theme running through all my
conversations, lol! Ain’t gonna happen!
P.P.S. Ten
more days to get my own internet connection, then shall hopefully emerge from
hibernation. Till then, shall happily listen to a very dear friend remonstrate
with me while I check my email J at his place.
P.P.P.S. Our
stuff, I suspect, is somewhere on the high seas, still bewildered at the change
of its final destination after having done the pendulum for so long!
P.P.P.P.S. Wonder what Wren & Martin would
have to say about so many ‘P”s in my P.S.s? J
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