Many people
asked, and as it approached I wondered: are our holidays celebrated in the
Middle East? Now I can tell you at least what it was like, at least from our
view this year.
With some imagination, this looks like Christmas |
The first
weekend I was here, Mark and I went to Ace Hardware where I saw Christmas cards
and decorations for sale right next to the Halloween merchandise, which didn’t
surprise me much. I already knew that a large percentage of the population here
are foreigners. So I began to wonder not whether non-Muslim holidays are
celebrated, but rather if or how are American and European holidays blended
into the culture? My impression, based at this point on very limited contact
with Emiratis, is that Muslim and Christian holidays are celebrated and
mutually respected but I don’t yet know if Muslims join in celebrations with Christian
friends.
Deb had the blues for friends and family, so she asked Santa for lots of Skype calls |
Professionals
in the expat community, who are mostly from England and Europe, have money to
spend on Christmas. The hotels, malls and branded stores market to holiday
shoppers in exactly the same way we see in the US: holiday music, bargains and
sales, special menus and events, lavish decorations, Christmas trees, tinsel
garlands, gingerbread houses, and visits from Santa. Here, it’s just a more
British feeling Christmas. Emiratis don’t make Christmas Day a holiday, but the
Brits observe Christmas and then follow up with Boxing Day.
Christmas is for kids |
This year
for the first time all schools in Abu Dhabi are following the same calendar, so
families with children attending different schools can spend holidays together.
Schools are on a term break from December 15th to January 8th.
Is this what you would call a Christmas ham? |
One place
you might notice that you’re not at home is in the grocery stores or
hypermarkets. While they have the usual decorations for sale, what’s missing at
Thanksgiving are the piles of fresh and frozen monster turkeys and cases of
stuffing mix, canned pumpkin, and cranberry sauce.
At Christmas, you will never see a holiday ham unless you go to Spinney’s, which is the original grocer to the British expat population here. There, you must venture to the back of the store and find your way into the Pork Room. Yes. I said “Pork Room.” That’s the only place where you can buy bacon, pork sausage, pork loin and chops. And the puniest holiday ham I have ever seen, although it tastes delicious.
At Christmas, you will never see a holiday ham unless you go to Spinney’s, which is the original grocer to the British expat population here. There, you must venture to the back of the store and find your way into the Pork Room. Yes. I said “Pork Room.” That’s the only place where you can buy bacon, pork sausage, pork loin and chops. And the puniest holiday ham I have ever seen, although it tastes delicious.
Thanksgiving in the desert, American-style |
For our
Thanksgiving dinner, we joined a group of our neighbors for a potluck. I
decided to make two kinds of stuffing, a traditional sage one with mushrooms
and celery, and a recipe I found on the Sunset
website (still tied to the West!) that contained Italian sausage. Even though I
knew Italian sausage is made with pork, I figured I could find something close.
When I got to the store, it wasn’t that easy. There was English or Irish
mustard sausage, which didn’t seem right. Lamb sausage, but I knew that Deb didn’t
eat lamb so I avoided that. There was Brazilian beef mustard sausage. And camel
sausage! I almost got it just to try, but decided to wait for another time.
Finally I chose a package labeled “longarissa.” After I got home I googled it
and found out that it’s a Portuguese sausage similar to Mexican chorizo. Close
enough!
This tree might be real. Where did they get it? |
There are
two other things you will never see here that for Americans no holiday season
could be without: Halloween pumpkin patches and Christmas tree lots. There are
no carved jack-o-lanterns on porches on Halloween, and I didn’t see anybody
dressed in costume, although I have to admit that the abayas and shelyas . . . well,
never mind.
And nobody
has a real Christmas tree.
Anniversary in Oman
Pool area at the Sifawy Boutique Hotel |
Mark and I
celebrate our wedding anniversary on Christmas Eve; this year was our twelfth.
We looked online for hotels and decided to go to the Sifawy Hotel on the Gulf
of Oman outside of Muscat, the capital and largest city.
This trip
took us through the UAE-Oman border crossing, so maybe it’s a good time for a
brief update on the “Rigmarole” story. Bear with me; it’s almost over. You may
remember that at the last writing Deb and I were medicating ourselves after
being told that our certificated marriage licenses had to receive a stamp that
could only be obtained from the UAE Embassy in Washington, D.C. We prepared to
send them via UPS, and I called the embassy and was told that we could send
them together, along with a prepaid return envelope and check for 60AED. But
the check must be a bank draft, no personal checks.
The problem
is you can’t get a bank draft without a UAE bank account, which we didn’t have
yet. Money exchange places wouldn’t give us a money order for US dollars. In
order to open a UAE bank account, you need to verify that you are a resident
and earn a certain level of income. Dana was the closest to having all these ducks
in a row, so he went to the bank to begin the process. It took several days
because by the time he had the paperwork for the account completed it was after
2 p.m. so it was too late to make a deposit. Sorry, but you can’t get a bank
draft because you have no money in your account. Even if I give you cash?
Sorry, no. Come back another time. Of course, since he was working it was hard
to get there by 2 p.m.
Finally something went better than we expected |
When we
finally got the certificates sent off it was mid-December, and Mark and I were
making our Oman plans. We were surprised when the return package arrived within
a week! Then, the question: submit my papers for the resident visa before
Christmas, and hope I get my passport back in time to go to Oman? Or wait?
We decided
to risk it, but we postponed our trip for one day, leaving on Friday morning
instead of Thursday night which worked out better anyway because we didn’t want
to drive after dark. We got it back in time. Yet for some inexplicable reason,
Deb’s passport came back with the resident stamp while mine came with a pink
paper and instructions from Mubarak, the public relations officer, to be sure
to get a stamp when crossing back into the UAE from Oman.
Bloody
stamps!
When we
entered Oman, the entry fee for Mark, as a UAE resident, was 5 Omani Rial (OMR)
or $12.50 US and for me, still a tourist because I didn’t have the stamp
in my passport, the fee was 20 OMR or $50 US. The Omani – US exchange rate is
similar to the UAE – USA ratio, except in reverse.
The happy
news is that it looks as though, finally, Deb and I will have our resident
status. So we can start working on our driver’s licenses and Emirates ID cards.
Goody.
Al Hajar peaks |
Into Oman
By this time
Mark and I were ready for a change of pace and scene, and in Oman we got just
that. After our expensive but successful border crossing we drove through the
rugged, rocky Al Hajar mountains, which reminded us of the barren volcanic
rocks that we see in Nevada and California.
We arrived
on the coast at Sohar, an ancient port that supported a population of 360,000
in the tenth century when majan,
which is Arabic for seafaring people, transported copper, fruit, ivory, and
other products from the region to India and the Far East. It is believed that
Sindbad the sailor in Arabian Nights
was inspired by majan from Sohar, although I have seen that claim made for Muscat, too. Today, Sohar's population is 90,000.
Modern blends with traditional in fishing villages |
Oman is clean, but trash washes from the sea onto the beaches. No matter where you are, don't litter! |
From Sohar
we drove southwest along the coastal Batinah region, with a little guidebook
that we had picked up on our previous trek over the border. For most of the
drive the road was a four-lane divided highway occasionally interrupted by a
large roundabout with a huge monument in it, yet we still got the flavor of the
region’s many fishing villages, forts and castles, and wadis, or valleys. I think of the wadis more as ravines, washes, or
arroyos, since they are rocky drainages from the mountains above. The runoff
from the mountains contains minerals that enrich the soil, and we saw many date
palm and banana plantations as we drove. I usually look for produce from Oman when
I’m shopping.
This roundabout in Muscat with the Turkish coffee pot
symbolizes the legendary hospitalty of Arab peoples
|
It doesn't get much prettier than this |
The mountain road was dangerous but beautiful |
This no doubt saved a life |
The villages were full of goats, kids, and children |
Leaving
Muscat we drove over a challenging mountain road, through some fascinating
little fishing villages, to our hotel. The area is known as Jebel Sifa and the Sifawy Boutique Hotel is part of the first phase of a brand new luxury
development with Oman’s first inland marina and, in the future, several five-star
hotels http://www.jebelsifah.com/navigation/home/ . We knew that the hotel had only been open since September, and were
prepared for a quiet stay, which is exactly what we got. I must admit to having mixed feelings about the amount of development going on in remote places like this, but the fact is that it provides employment and it gives us the opportunity to go there. Plus, I think that the tourism industry in the developing world has the benefit of learning from what has been done in the past, and is protective of the environment. I hope.
I posted a review of the hotel on Travel Advisor but as of this writing it isn't up yet, so I can provide the link.
I posted a review of the hotel on Travel Advisor but as of this writing it isn't up yet, so I can provide the link.
The docks at Sifa Marina are built to accommodate large yachts |
My pashmina was a cozy wrap while relaxing with an i-book |
The fish were jumping like crazy in the mornings |
A Muscat
Christmas
Since we
missed the shopping window on the way into town, and we hadn’t seen many
sights, we decided to take another trip into Muscat on Christmas Eve. Instead
of driving back over the mountain road to get there, we took the 45-minute water taxi ride. It
felt great to be on a boat, even if it was a powerboat. The hotel booked the water
taxi and the concierge also arranged to have a taxi driver friend of his meet
us at the marina.
The one and only short Mohammed wearing the typical Omani hat |
“What’s his
name?” Mark asked, “so we know which one he is?” Mohammed. “Well. That narrows
it down . . .” When we got to the marina there was only one taxi, but Mark
still said, “So . . . you must be the short Mohammed!” Nice one, Mark.
The crossed swords are on the flag of Oman |
Mohammed was
a local, so he knew where to take us. First we went into Old Muscat, which is
studded with forts dating back to the days when the Omanis fought off
Portuguese invaders. We were impressed with the Al Alam Palace, which stands at
the end of a long pedestrian walkway. Old Muscat is chock full of museums,
which I would like to visit if we come back and have more time.
Mohammed took us up the old road for this superb view of Old Muscat |
Me: "You're going to drink that whole garlic shake?" |
Him: "It was goood." |
We got into
the Mutrah Suq area about noon, and Mark wanted to stop for lunch, so we went
to a place called Cornish CafĂ©. They don’t serve British food though – it’s named
after the corniche. Mark ordered a garlic yogurt shake. Keep in mind, this was
our anniversary.
Mustra Suq was closed. Again. Maybe we finally learned? |
By the time
we finished lunch and headed to the souk, it was 1:00 p.m. Guess what? Closed
until 4:00 p.m. which was the time we needed to catch the water taxi back to Al
Sifa. Never mind, we walked around and went to the Ghalyas Modern Museum, and
pretty soon it was time to find Mohammed so he could drive us back to the
marina.
Soccer fields are built on the sandy beaches |
Mark and I
spend a lot of our time on the water, and I need to see a place from that point
of view to get the full picture of it. While we were zooming home I marveled at
the stratified rocks – you can really see that this former seafloor has been uplifted
and bent. The children in the fishing villages were playing in soccer fields
that were built right on the beaches. This rugged coastline reminded me of the
northern California coast, except that the water is much warmer and calmer!
We thought we could go through this arch until we saw the rock in the middle |
We finally made
it to the suq on Christmas morning. A cruise ship had arrived in town, the
first one I have seen since I arrived in the UAE. What a difference, being
around so many tourists. Mark was in the buying mood, but this gold jewelry
wasn’t for me. We did see a lot of Arab women bargaining in the shops; the gold
jewelry is traditionally worn during their Eid holidays.
On Christmas Day the cruise ship was in, the souk was open |
We made the
six hour trip home to Abu Dhabi in time to have a delicious “holiday ham”
dinner with Deb and Dana. Their computers were “skyping” off the hook, so I
guess Deb got her wish from Santa.
We spent Christmas in the land of gold, frankincense, and myhrr |
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