Thursday, October 27, 2011

Al Ain Desert Day Jaunt: The Uninvited Pinay

Our four-wheel drive vehicle jounced along, raising dense clouds of russet dust in our wake. I hardly spoke to Shervin since we left U.A.E. University. Well, except for a few whispered one-liners. That trip exuded an uneasy vibe. The apathetic-bordering-hostile treatment I received made me feel almost unwelcome. Even though I felt like going home, the fearless Filipina in me persuaded me not to.

Nobody asked me to leave anyway...

The usual desert safari mishap.

Three years ago, when the hubby and I were still steadies, we joined a desert safari organized by a bunch of Emirati I.T. uni students. They invited their professors in U.A.E. University for a weekend day jaunt, and though Shervin was a research lab assistant, they asked him to come along as well.

They dubbed the event "Family Day". And as its name suggested, the professors brought their families with them. Shervin and his Indian research lab partner Chandan turned up at the meeting place, a parking lot across one of the uni buildings, with Shervin's dad (who happened to be visiting from Iran) and me in tow.

First order of business, reducing tire pressure.

I counted about three other females. None of them older than ten. It dawned on me that family day in some (if not all) Middle East countries, basically pertains to the get together of the families' male members. And in this particular case, a few preadolescent daughters.

Families were grouped into four and were assigned respective 4x4s. Shervin, his dad and I were whisked to our vehicle and were introduced to the student on the wheel. And before driving out of the uni grounds, another student hopped in the passenger seat. He's uhm, the heir to the section of the desert we were visiting.

Shervin's dad clinging onto the door handle and his son's leg while the vehicle was tilted in a 45° angle, which I don't think can save him in case we flip over.

A few minutes into the ride, a ball of conversation rolled. I was excluded from the exchange of introductions. And I took that as a hint to remain silent. Cause you know, I'm not the type who'd say "Ahem, ahem. Ana Gay (I am Gay).", without being asked. It kind of felt unfair because amongst the three of us non-Emiratis, I spoke the most Arabic words and phrases.

For a day, I was an interpreter. Actually more like, eavesdropper-slash-informer, for our hosts either spoke between themselves or on the phone with the other students driving.

Milk freshly squeezed from the camel's bosom.

As soon as we screeched off the paved road and into the vast desert, the vehicles parked for tire pressure reduction. Such procedure shall give tires a bigger surface area, which helps reduce the downward pressure of the 4x4 on the sand. Nearby, Emirati lads who popped out of sandy nowhere and who were seemingly on an ATV race, paused to watch.

In a matter of minutes, we were bashing dunes. And it was more exhilarating than I expected. I suppressed the urge to shriek like a cowering passenger on a roller coaster, and held my newly purchased DSLR tight (yes, a fruit of my OFW stint). The wild ride lasted for almost half an hour. How exhausted I was from all that stress. Just imagine yourself on a roller coaster doing continuous rounds for the same amount of time, not entirely fun right?

The corner where "the lady" was asked to sit in.

Sometime in the middle of the dune bashing and settling in the picnic area that was set for us, we passed by a mini camel farm where we had a taste of freshly squeezed camel milk. It didn't taste bad, but the foam on top of the milk smelt too camel-y. You know, that type of odor that reminds you of a farm, but not in a fond way.

Hence, I was looking forward to our late afternoon tea. I needed to shoo the memory of its scent away. But come tea time, I was not served tea. We assumed it was against their customs. So I munched on local pastries instead while the students and their professors prayed in the tent.

And it was all golden.

After which, they all joined us at the screen-fenced sitting area. One of the professors requested, "Can the lady please sit in the corner so we can extend the sitting room?". And so I did.

The students laid plastic sheets on the ground to serve as placemats for the gigantic platters of food. Each platter contained a mountain of fried rice, vegetables and one whole roasted sheep. The desert safari experience surely left everyone famished. As soon as the food hit the plastic mats, we all dug in. No individual plates, no cutlery. We ate with our hands in a communal platter, exactly how the former nomads did just a few decades ago. The Egyptian professor beside me offered the "best bits" and pulled ligaments here and there and chucked them to my side of the platter. So sweet.

A blurry image I was initially fearful to take a snapshot of.

Tea was once again served as the diners concluded their meals. I was served tea this time and learned that the bloke probably just didn't feel like serving me. Emirati men are generally friendly (I know this oh so well for I worked as a hotel receptionist in Al Ain) but too prim when they're with the elders. This could also be the reason why they acted as if I didn't exist. A behavior so different from what I had gotten used to, like random Emiratis calling out "Kamusta ganda" (how are you beautiful)" to me as I strolled along deserted streets.

The water from the buckets in the makeshift comfort room was limited, and there was no soap. Shervin's dad's solution to our sticky fingers was to rub them in sand. It amazingly worked, though cannot get rid of the smell. And believe me, you would want to get rid of that.

The happy, shiny gate crasher.

As the breeze became nippy, we clambered into our four-wheelers for the last time. The vehicles queued for a convoy. Finding one's way out of the desert is never an easy task, especially in total darkness.

No more dune bashing this time. Just a calm cruise toward the city lights.


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33 comments:

Ed said...
October 27, 2011 at 7:46 PM

huge platter! more stories gay! dami mo pang magagandang kwento dito ah!!! more more! lol. encore? hehe

Pinay Travel Junkie said...
October 27, 2011 at 7:56 PM

Ed, this post turned out longer than planned. I'm actually worried readers won't go past the halfway mark... But then again, probably a lot of them usually don't. Hahaha!

Mhe-anne Ojeda said...
October 27, 2011 at 8:06 PM

Gay I am really amazed how you can fit it and get along well with any one! there should be no labels and stereotype but since i have no experience being in the middle east and along with middle eastern, this is an eye opener and i shouldn't fear this occurrence happening!!galing mo Gay!

Pinay Travel Junkie said...
October 27, 2011 at 8:11 PM

Ate Mhe-Anne, I remember my first few days in the Middle East... I was surprised how friendly the men actually are. Well, there are some who are plain rude, but then again it could be the same in any country right? That was indeed an eye opener :)

Markyramone said...
October 27, 2011 at 9:39 PM

Indeed it was one of those odd at first but come middle part its all welcoming and feel at home type of get together and the way you narrate it was like you're into it as it happens with eyes wide open and an inviting mind to all comers from people of a different culture and background.

Pinay Travel Junkie said...
October 27, 2011 at 11:21 PM

Marky, your comment made me pant. Absentee comma and all.

Edmaration etc said...
October 28, 2011 at 1:36 AM

In fact, these experiences are what make trips memorable. Personally, I get mote excited when I go to places crossing a broken bridge, or with an accidental flooding, etc. because those circumstances give a thrill and the twist in traveling. Like this article, the twist is there, the trip isn't boring because there's a lot of stories to be shared and that what makes it more exciting.

After I read this long post, I did not wonder anymore why it was so long compared to your other posts because as I have said, this trip had a thrill and with the thrill, there are more stories to be told and it makes it more memorable... The thrill was you have to deal with a culture you're not familiar with! Wow, that is more than exciting.

It was a nice experience and narration and hope to hear more stories from you soon. Have a safe trip always ms. Gaye.

P.s. camel milk... ummmmm. interesting yata yan.

Pinay Travel Junkie said...
October 28, 2011 at 5:36 AM

Yeah Edmar. That was just one action-packed day. I feel so lucky I was able to join such event even though it kinda didn't feel right. I came out of it with heaps of new knowledge and uhm, love for roasted sheep. Lol.

Micamyx|Senyorita said...
October 28, 2011 at 6:47 AM

What an adventure! Di ko alam pwede pala inumin ang milk ng camel hehe :D gusto ko rin magkaroon ng sarili kong disyerto adventure mala-Temptation Island o di kaya gumawa ng music video ng Say You'll be There ala Spice Girls LOL. More stories :D

Pinay Travel Junkie said...
October 28, 2011 at 6:52 AM

Hahaha! Mica, I remember that Spice Girls video!

lakwatsera de primera said...
October 28, 2011 at 9:26 AM

love the 4-wheel drive adventure, matagal-tagal pa bago yata kami makapunta ng disyerto, baka sa putikan lang muna :)

Pinay Travel Junkie said...
October 28, 2011 at 11:42 AM

Claire, go for Aussie desert!

RON said...
October 28, 2011 at 8:42 PM

kawawa ka naman... gusto kita i-hug. but look! kick ass photos came out of it!

and i love the hair. so vintage!

pusang kalye said...
October 29, 2011 at 2:03 AM

ay--gusto ko matry yan. ang galing nung pagka-yellowish nung sand ng desert.tas yung sa gabi parang camping lang.hahaha

Pinay Travel Junkie said...
October 29, 2011 at 6:16 AM

Hahaha! Ron, I actually miss my short hair. Anyways, that's why I stayed. Cause I know I'll be able to put my new SLR into good use.

Reiza said...
October 29, 2011 at 3:42 PM

I feel you, Gay. I've had those times as well, when I didn't know whether to just sink into the ground and disappear or do a tap dance with a clown costume to get noticed. But lady, you had it nailed!

More, more stories!

Pinay Travel Junkie said...
October 29, 2011 at 4:03 PM

Reiza, I usually sink into the ground. Haha! But a happy observer here :)

dong ho said...
October 29, 2011 at 8:30 PM

ang saya ah. driving a 4x4 on sand dunes is on my bucket list.

Pinay Travel Junkie said...
October 29, 2011 at 9:56 PM

Eek! Dom, driving a 4x4 for dune bashing sounds insane. Insane, but awesome!

Malditang "Kura"cha said...
October 30, 2011 at 3:03 PM

How I hate that "uninvited" feeling. OP much. Ok lang girl. Mahirap talaga i-please lahat. Nyahaha! Camel's milk?! ugh! Hindi ko ata kaya laklakin yun ng hindi man lang napprocess kahit papano. hahaha!

Mukang exciting yung 4x4 ride na yun. Naalala ko yung movie ni Claudine-Aga-John Lloyd. hahaha! Brain damage.

Vikki said...
October 30, 2011 at 5:02 PM

That was one helluva adventure, Gay! More stories please. :)

Pinay Travel Junkie said...
October 30, 2011 at 5:11 PM

Hey Vikki! Fellow Lekman listener here :)

Kristeta ♥ (kalokang Pinay) said...
October 30, 2011 at 8:44 PM

I love travels where you go to a beautiful place, try something new, learn new things and meet people. Well done sis =)

Dune bashing in a SUV is something id like to try one day =)

The Nomadic Pinoy said...
October 30, 2011 at 9:05 PM

Now I miss the sand dunes of Arabia. I even miss talking in Arabic - it's getting so rusty - ana ebga ro henak :)

Ian | Going Places said...
October 30, 2011 at 9:53 PM

I want to experience these dessert safari, it seems to gain unique experiences. Plus dessert are great locales for photo shoots.

You look different here with a short hair, by the way.

Pinay Travel Junkie said...
October 31, 2011 at 6:17 AM

Kristeta, desert safari is definitely an exhilarating experience!

Pinay Travel Junkie said...
October 31, 2011 at 6:19 AM

Dennis, Arabic's one language I wanna be fluent in.

Pinay Travel Junkie said...
October 31, 2011 at 6:20 AM

Ian, I really look different? Haha! I miss that wash and wear 'do!

SunnyToast said...
October 31, 2011 at 7:30 AM

Reading this entry gives me mix emotion..I don't know if I can stand such situation pero na cary ang bonggels!

Withe roller coaster ride of 4x4 and seeing the dessert turn into golden I guess everything is worth it:)

Thank you for sharing your wonderful story:)

btw I love your new hair...matagal na akng nag visit ng blog mo nahiya lang ako magcomment:)

Pinay Travel Junkie said...
October 31, 2011 at 7:35 AM

Hahaha! Welcome to the blog and thanks for finally commenting :) Tagal na yang hairdo na yan pero parang gusto ko pagupit ulit :)

Pinaybyaheras said...
July 13, 2012 at 7:48 AM

Hi ...

I just want to ask if you feel dizzy after the dessert safari? If not .. well congratulations ang galing mo. Na experince ko rin kxe yan 2008 pa and after that hilong - hilo ako dahil sa matinding pressure ng sasakyan.

Nag enjoy ako sa blog mo yan ang totoung adventure .. Right now i'm in Al Ain living with my husband. Sana makabalik kayo ng hubby mo in winter time!

Superb Photo's :)

Pinay Travel Junkie said...
July 13, 2012 at 2:19 PM

Tried it also in 2008! Kakahilo nga sobra. LOL.

Muhammad Amjad said...
November 19, 2012 at 1:36 PM

O what a adventure when you push the 4*4 in Dune...and what are your feeling when you have drank milk Camel bosom.Before it you have drink.
Desert safari

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