We walked to the Heritage Village in Abu Dhabi from Marina mall at night. Not something I'd recommend AT ALL, but I'll save that story for after I've written about something I ACTUALLY DID enjoy beyond shopping in Abu Dhabi.
Below, a food cook and prep area. If you watch a lot of Kuwaiti period dramas, you'll recognize this as where all the women gather for lunchtime gossip in the good 'ole days:
The musada 'cushions' are a bit different in set up to an Omani room but other than that I could explain the common features pretty well, very at home in this kind of traditional set-up:
Below: This is the palm-frond holder for clothes we use also in Oman to scent our freshly landered clothes with frankincense and oud buckhoor (incense). [Tip: use a plastic laundry basket turned upside down for the same purpose back in the west and put clothes over top----but don't leave unattended over long period of time just in case the heat of the incense coals melt the plastic].
There was a local guy who kept circling us and rolling down his window as he drove past (white Mustang with crystalized interior---I didn't see the interior of his car---my friend G did at a later time but that's a story for another telling). We, of course, ignored him.
He wouldn't stop. 5 times around. Honestly, he was pushing us off of the road by being UBER creepy.
I was drinking a pop at the time. I was tired of having to "hide" from men as if bad behaviour could be excused because a woman put in a public appearence. The aluminum can was empty. So when he rolled down his window to say something sick to us girls like "mashallah, inti jamilah" using Allah's name for what purpose... I tossed the empty can right through that window.
He ran away.
Next thing we knew he'd come back with the abu dhabi police to arrest me.
What the charge would be, defending yourself from a stalker by way of empty pepsi, I don't know, but apparently it was VERRRRRY serrious and I was going to be booked ASAP. Aalia and Boxie did their best to try and talk the creep pressing charges out of doing so but I---the foreigner had hurt his pride so he was having none of it. The police talked to G& me, totally believing our story of being harassed, but had to take THE EMIRATI LOCAL'S word over ours. They told me if I just apologized to him, he wouldn't press the charges.
No way was I doing that, since HE CLAIMED he HAD just been driving peacefully unaware of our presence when I assaulted his car (with a can of drained pepsi). And told me to, and I quote "go learn your religion." Says the creepy perv.
"Arrest me then, I'd rather that then apologize to such a liar," I told the police, and apparently that made things worse since I made the local TOOL even more hard up on himself.
In the end, this is the exact apology I gave to meet the cops criteria but without backing down from my own: "IF YOU REALLY WERE NOT FOLLOWING US and I made some mistake, I AM SORRY. If not, then I'm not."
Mustang loser got my drift and was still SUPER angry but the police rushed us out of there, even paying for a cab for us girls ;) since we were obviously Muslimah modestly dressed tourists and still hadn't managed to escape being harassed.
The inequality of even the LAW of Emirates having a caste system makes me dislike the place more than I should for the sake of all decent Emiratis who reside there.
|weird oyster/pearl "art" I guess to denote the pearl-diving heritage of the UAE???|
|a common sight in UAE is the face of this man|
|One of my favourite photos of Boxie & me together from our whole trip:)|
|Wearing Boxie's Abu Haleeqa abaya AS abaya ras with my Betsey|
|the ceiling---reminds me of Al Bustan Palace hotel in Oman|