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    April 19

    as houses

    i 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

    h2ope

    i 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 hat

    his 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.

    we arrived at the amphitheatre about two hours before jamiroquai came on. i'm glad i had new lenses put in my glasses the week earlier because i would have struggled to see the fish and chips we ordered before the show. it was a cute portion directly in proportion to it's price. although the fish was delicious it lasted only a few seconds before i washed it down with a can of heineken which was both cold and expensive. the band played a great range of their music including space cowboy, black capricorn day, dynamite and deeper underground.

    a week earlier, as aforementioned, i had been to see the harlem globetrotters play basketball. we had bought cheapish tickets yet ended up directly behind the vip seats that cost nealry three times as much. we enjoyed the same victory last night. we we right at the fence in behind people who'd payed a lot more than us. i observed something else. only jay kay can dance like jay kay and a jay kay concert is an embarassing place to practise your jay kay moves if you're not jay kay. still, i'm sure the guys in front of us enjoyed their night too, oblivious that their atrocious steps would soon end up slandered on the bucksmiths space.

    in other news, i start back at school again tomorrow for the final term. our flights are book backed to nz to arrive on the 27th of june in time for kyly and david's wedding and. we'll enjoy six weeks on the white cloud and five nights in hong kong on the way back. we hope to be in a new residence by september as my pool table is gathering dust (actually water from ben's bath) and needs its own room.  ben remains amazing and jenny an excellent mum. i would post more photos if msn's new downloading system worked. i'm currently looking for a site that'll let me upload my own gallery. our love to you all and we hope to see many of you in july.

    April 07

    it's a boy

    while 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.