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April 19 as housesi was on my way to the house of the boys i tutor today. i was enjoying my usual routine. out of the school gate with the kids (nearly) at 3:00pm, home for a bit to see the mrs. and little ben. make use of clean facilities, down a drink, a handful of pistachios and, if i haven't already, remove that strange piece of fabric us gentlemen religiously wrap around our necks each morning in an attempt to either mask a slight shaving rash, or enhance our already handsome features. or both. once wife has been caught up with, ben has been jiggled and nut shells disposed of, i then drop nine floor is the lift and saunter across the carpark, which is a much warmer place now than it was last week, and into our red car. i carefully drive around our tower block avoiding children and potholes (i think) and out onto the stretch known as the corniche. i'm usually 500m down this straight when i realise i haven't adjusted the rear vision mirror after jenny, who is lower than i, arranged it for her preference. this usually occurs 50m before i hit an oversized judder bar near the al safeer supermarket, just before the first set of lights. then, past the mosque, the rak hotel and out onto khuzam road for the u-turn form hell. as i head towards the golf club, i turn off at the first roundabout and up towards the compound where the family lives. they are the league of people who live on a guarded site with police and army around. now, i was happy the day i didn't need to stop at the gate to explain i was going to so and sos house but was waved through with a smile. it only took a couple of weeks to acheive this status lat october. (out of repsect i turn my stereo down having enjoyed it on half volume for 5 minutes previous). so loud i feel the bass in my left knee. i continue fatarming it, however, becasue the sun is shining and, let's be honest, we're all on holiday out here really. today was different. as i left the roundabout and headed for the gate, i received a grin like a huge slice of papaya and a two handed, gimme ten kinda wave from security. needless to say i taken aback by this most friendly greeting. my reply was less hip. 'hello'. the rulers of rak should be delighted that their grounds are in such safe hands. both of them. April 15 h2opei
have friends who work in tanzania who recently reported how thankful
they are for recent rain as the land there has been parched for too
long. strange, for me at least, to think how closely rain and wellbeing
are linked for some. reading their email i reminded myself of our time
in nepal. how the rain for me was a spectacle to watch and hear from
the balcony. night after night. thunder after lightening. beautiful.
until we head of those killed in landslides and major roads blocked for
days because of the rain, all while i sat outside, undercover and no
doubt thanked god for the beauty of the weather. we live in a country where it is sunny every day. i could count the days of rain on one hand and still have a pinky left to hold an umbrella. silly bloody hathis
words, not mine. although the fashion police might have been more
concerned with his pajama like tracksuit or stripey mexican poncho.
also, he had clearly
underestimated dubai at night
and slipped out of his poncho straight after opening with canned heat.
it was an incredible show and one, to be honest, i'd been waiting for for
around a decade. i went with a friend from school and after practising froing
and toing at deira city mall (looking for a cable for my new video camera), we
perfected the practice around jumeriah until we eventually arrived at the
amphitheatre, dubai media
city. had i known that a six year old map of dubai in our
glovebox would prove more useful than directions from current dubai residents,
i obviously would have resorted to it initially (if one can resort to something
as a first measure). the show was right outside the cnn and reuters buildings,
where i'd sat only a week before with another school friend drinking perfert
iced coffees while pshyching ourselves up to see the harlem globetrotters play. April 07 it's a boywhile
in london a couple of weeks ago, i visited hamleys. i was looking for
something for ben. i opted for the battery powered jeep that cruises
around a jigsaw piece track, and around and around. he/we love watching
it. as he sat on my crossed legs today listening to the mmmmmmm of the
engine, i realised that if we had a daughter we probably would be
brushing nylon hair or something, in that moment, and not playing with
cars. a boy was born. funny that. |
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