I’ve been back in UAE for three weeks now. Having spent two weeks doing yoga in India over the winter break, I landed back in the UAE with . . . hesitation. Things felt completely out of whack, from the moment I stepped into the taxi cab, on my way to airport in India. Literally, I felt nauseous as I shut the taxi door, and by the time we reached the airport, I had a fever, tummy issues, and my entire body was covered in hideous red bumps. It appeared as though I was allergic to leaving India . . .
The red bumps took a week to dissipate, after a several visits to clinics and specialists. On top of all that, Air India lost my luggage (still MIA!) and my phone and MP3 player broke on the same day!
But three weeks and several rounds of medication later, I’m back in the groove! I’ve enrolled in a Feature Writing course at the London School of Journalism, produced a few power points for work, and just finished creating my yoga class schedule for the ladies here at the Dhafra Beach Hotel.
Considering the fact that I’m commuting for 2.5 hours a day, and spend about 11 hours of my life going to work, working or coming back from it, those 5 hours of ‘me’ time in the week are pretty damn special!
I finally feel I’ve landed . . .
The weekend kicked off hanging out with a few friends at our hotel golf club and locals (much more fun than going into Abu Dhabi for errands as I’d done the last two weeks!) and ended with a proper Bedouin experience out in the deserts of Gayathi. My good friend Nelressa introduced me to our host – a math teacher at the girls’ school in Gayathi, Mrs. S. She welcomed us into her home, where she served exotic fruits from Southeast Asia and traditional Emirati coffee with dates. We met many of the children who live in the house – a massive mansion-like affair where Mrs. S and several of her sisters live with their extended family. How cool is that?!
We moved the party out to the desert, via 8-person SUV, where most of the good times go down for the Bedouin peeps. A huge tent is set up just next to their camel and goat farm, and a fire is lit for roasting food and keeping warm in the winter. Our day in the dunes was made extra special by the romantic rainfalls – something exotic in this part of the world – the teenage girls were ecstatic!
Inner tubing down the dunes? Why not? Catch a baby goat and pose with it? Hells yeah! Henna, roasted chestnuts, shishkebabing, and a home-made spread of food to make any mouth water. I felt so blessed to be there!
Although Islam prevents the ladies from revealing their faces to camera, we got some brilliant shots throughout the day. Above are a handful of the best!