My former car.
Last night I got rid of the Chevrolet Spark and thus, I am temporarily without a car. The good news is that tomorrow morning I’ll go and pick up the Nissan Tiida I wrote about before. I really don’t think I’ll miss the Spark!
Transferring the old car was very quick and easy. However, the new owner wanted a police report because of previous damage on my car (which, for the record, was pretty minor and had been there when I bought it). Apparently, it could be needed at some time. Anyway, we went to the police station that was nearby. However, we had to wait around for a bit because the man that dealt with this things was busy at the adjacent mosque. Then when he came back he talked to the all the people waiting (maybe a dozen) and then he walked around and took photos of all the cars and everyone followed him. Then everyone went back to the office and he wrote up the reports. It was just an odd experience, especially since I was the only one who didn’t speak Arabic. Literally, the only word I understood was “shokran” (thank you)! This kind of made me wonder if I should make some effort to learn Arabic but I’m sure that thought will pass because I’m lazy and generally English works just fine for me here.
Upon getting home, I decided to call Salik to deactivate the tag on my former car. To travel on Sheikh Zayed Road (a highway) in Dubai, you need to purchase a Salik tag that debits your account when you travel through the gates. I’m not the biggest fan of making calls, especially in this country. So, I was annoyed to find that I had to do the deactivation by emailing them because I live in Abu Dhabi rather than Dubai! There website says you are supposed to call them! At least, I didn’t have to wait on hold to be told this!
Today, I decided to be cheap and try out the city bus that now goes by my place. This bus route is fairly new (I think it’s been around for about a month). The positive thing was the super cheap price (2 dirhams versus 30 to 35 for a taxi). Otherwise, it was long and tedious. It eventually got crowded and despite the front seats being clearly labelled for ladies men were trying to take them over. I really don’t think I could tolerate riding the bus on a regular basis. I suspect most of the other women on the bus were maids and the men were clearly overwhelming labourers. So, I stood out to say the least and, as always happens here, I was starred at by the men quite intensely. This is still something I’m having trouble getting used to. I know these men are almost certainly harmless but it still makes me feel uncomfortable. Sometimes, I really miss how invisible I was back in Canada.
I walked around the city for a couple hours. One thing I’ve noticed many times here is how a rather nice building is right next door to a very rundown building.
Very different buildings side by side.
Eventually, I ended up at Abu Dhabi but it was before most of the stores were open. On Fridays, a number of places don’t open until late afternoon. So, I decided I’d go to a movie. I was very surprised to see how small the theatre was and how much legroom there was! The counted 35 seats and the theatre ended up being less than half full. If the air-conditioning wasn’t so cold, it would have been so comfortable there!
The theatre.