On December 2nd I left to visit our friends the Cooks in
Abu Dhabi in the
United Arab Emirates - I guess I don't have to say how good of friends they are. :)
When I got to the airport, I was told that my flight from Des Moines to Atlanta was going to be late enough that I would miss my connecting flight to Paris (and then from Paris to Abu Dhabi) so I was rerouted at check in through Detroit. Yes, I flew from Detroit to Paris...Who would have thought they had a direct flight? Anyway, I didn't think anything about it, but Brian and the Cooks got wind of the Atlanta flight being super delayed/canceled and were worried about me being stuck somewhere. Well...the Cooks were worried and thought Brian a heartless monster for not being concerned, but he knew I could handle myself and worse case scenario I would be stuck safely in an airport until I could get a flight - miserable, but safe. I don't have a cell phone and I didn't think about them checking the flight - oops. But I made it safely there in a timely manner. Is 24 hours of travel timely? Anyway...
On my Des Moines to Detroit flight I sat next to a man who was in the process of interviewing for a position in Abu Dhabi. How crazy is that? He thought it would be a cool opportunity, but his wife wasn't so sure. I should have gotten his email and written him after I got back. We also compared Kindles. My friend Tara had bought some things on Amazon for Christmas and had them shipped to my house to bring with me. She was getting a Kindle Fire and I had an Awesome time playing with it and reading on the plane. Doug was getting a new leather bag for Christmas and I used it for my carry on. I know...too many details, but tough. You wanted a trip-a-log, and you are going to get it. :)
I had to run to get to my Detroit to Paris flight. Brian knows I never run in the airport unless I really have to, but they were making the "last boarding call" announcement and I was over 40 gates away. eek! But I made it. I figured it was good for me to stretch my legs before the long flight. I flew Air France and wholeheartedly recommend them as an airline - way better food, service, movies and ear phones than the Delta flight home from Paris. I tried to sleep, but that didn't work so well.
I just had a bit of time in Paris before the flight to Abu Dhabi. The Paris airport is packed with high end shopping places. American airports are packed with lots of eating places.
I got to speak some french on the flight from Paris to Abu Dhabi. I was sitting in the middle of a bunch of male flight attendants who were on their way to Belize to man a plane. The guy said my french was good which made me stutter and forget words like mad. I also asked him what kind of sports team he was on...I had somehow mistaken flight attendants for sports team?!? eek! But thankfully, I was next to a window on this leg of the flight and curled up against my jacket and fell asleep for awhile.
By the time we got to Abu Dhabi, I was exhausted and more than tired of sitting. The gates in Abu Dhabi are arranged around a central hub with shops and a beautiful tiled ceiling/middle thing.
I had to stop and take some pictures on the sly. It isn't really kosher to take pictures of people but I figured being a very small person on some random lady's blog wouldn't be so bad.
Tara and I had decided before we left that I would take a taxi from the airport to their house. It was before midnight when I got there and after an hour or more waiting to get through immigration (at least there wasn't customs) I was exhausted and regretting my "I can do it! I can take a taxi!" decision.
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They are waiting to participate in a traditional dance -
they don't walk around with sticks normally. Source: http://flic.kr/p/9Nh5mF |
I must mention at this point though that the guys at the immigration desks were native Emirates and wore the kandura (long white robes) and head coverings like those in the picture above. Most of the Emirates that I met were fairer skinned than those in the picture and Tara and I agreed that they were a very good looking bunch. I don't know how in the world they keep their kanduras so clean and pressed. I never saw anyone looking less than perfect. I do have to admit that I did get nervous going through immigration. I think that westerners have one more major prejudice to overcome - the fear of Arabs. Anyway...
I got in line outside for the Taxi. They have a really organized system and I was in a taxi in a few minutes. I got nervous when I told the driver the name of the building I was going to and another nearby landmark and he said, "In Abu Dhabi city?" Really? Where else would I be going? Ahh!! (It turns out that there are a few large cities near the airport and he wanted to make sure he was going to the right one.) I am rather embarrassed to say that I had a hard time understanding his english - and he mine. But we got there.
As we made the 40 minute drive into Abu Dhabi, you couldn't help but notice that it was all decked out for a celebration. I wasn't sure at first if the mini flags made with lights that lined the side of the freeway were just there as a "Welcome to Abu Dhabi" but it became apparent as we drove into town that people were either crazy patriotic or something big was going on. It just so happened that Abu Dhabi was all lit up and decorated for National Day, which they had celebrated the day before. It had been 40 years since the formation of the UAE and they went all out to celebrate.
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| A car decorated for National Day. |
Not only were the sky scrapers decorated but people decked out their cars...
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| A villa sporting a large flag outside of Abu Dhabi. |
...and homes. Tara remarked that it was like a flag arms race...they just kept getting bigger and bigger. :)
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| The view from their apartment window. |
When we sited their apartment building I asked if I could borrow the driver's cell phone to "call my friend so he can come down and pay you." I thought that phrasing would make it pretty sure that he would be ok with me making a call. As we pulled up I recognized the young man getting out of another taxi. He had been right in front of me in the taxi line! We could have ridden together. His taxi driver was friends with my driver, so as I waited for Doug to come down, get me and pay the driver they chatted.
Tara had set up a bed for me in the girl's vacated room. It even had it's own bathroom - heaven! And I fell into bed and didn't wake up until much later....tune in for some more of the story tomorrow. :)