|The dhow harbor felt like a trip back in time|
Peter Cameron, our sailing tactician and friend, stopped by recently on his way to Perth, where he spends a month or so each year at this time, escaping dreary weather in California and enjoying summer in the southern hemisphere. His plane from San Francisco to Dubai arrived after dark so we couldn't see much of the city as we drove through, but nonetheless Peter had many comments and questions about the construction, infrastructure, and life in the UAE. Answering his questions made me realize how much Mark and I have learned and adjusted these past weeks.
|There is very little natural vegetation here;|
protecting mangroves is critical.
|Mangrove restoration project|
You can read more about mangroves in the UAE at http://www.abudhabi.ae/egovPoolPortal_WAR/appmanager/ADeGP/Citizen?_nfpb=true&_pageLabel=p_citizen_homepage_hidenav&did=151944&lang=en
|Every household necessity is available|
|The fishing dhows are a trip back in time|
|Public spaces and access to waterfront are plentiful here|
|The Palace Hotel marina was fairly empty|
|Marina Mall is in foreground, Volvo headquarters is in|
the area between the marina and the cityfront
|"Buy land, they're not making it any more."|
What would Mark Twain say about Abu Dhabi?
|All we need to get onto Lulu Island is a boat.|
|No matter your view, the Capital Gateway building is remarkable.|
I snapped this photo on a walk around our block.
|I feel a bit more reverence for the Grand Mosque.|
We also rounded the Grand Mosque, which Peter thought looked like a space station for aliens.
That night at The Club, we played Trivia. Our team included Mark and me, Peter, Deb and Dana, Tom, and Tom’s British friend Lee, who Peter called a “pommie.” The Club used to be known as The British Club, and its pub menu is still features some very British dishes, including steak and kidney pie which Lee ordered and judged delicious.
Another classic offering is haggis, with sweetbreads and offal. Yum! I ordered a baked potato.
We didn’t win, which would have meant that our all drinks for the night would be on the house, but we were fourth out of twelve and I did guess a lucky number and win a bottle of wine. Not bad for a new team.
What’s a “pommie?”
It’s what Australians call the Brits: Prisoner of Mother England.
Next up: an account of our trip up the Burj Khalifa. And no, we didn't run into Tom Cruise.