Parking Ettiquette

It doesn't really bother me that there is not enough parking in Dubai. The same is true of any city anywhere in the world. I'm quite happy to drive around a bit and engage in a bit of competetive parking in Mall of the Emirates from time to time. What bothers me is people who don't respect the ettiquette of competing for parking spaces.

Let me put it simply: Where do people get the idea that it is okay to drive past a space where a car is leaving, realise their mistake, put their indicator on and try and reverse back to the space when there are 3 cars behind them? Tough luck buddy. You missed it. Now drive on.

Yesterday I encountered exactly this situtation as I was getting into my car to leave the space. It turned into a case of watching for 5 minutes (I was ready to leave with reverse lights on) as the naughty reverser and a guy behind him tussled for postition (eventually ending up almost bumper to bumper). In the end the guy behind relented as the reverser was clearly not going to give up.

Had the other guy won I would have reversed straight away and set off on my way home. As it turned out I decided to get out of the car and go back to the shops.

Modesh must die

Forget people cutting you up or flashing their lights in the fast lane. For me the single biggest thing that makes my blood boil over and sends me into a raging expletive throwing maniac is that stupid yellow maggot. I don't know what it is about him that is provoking such reactions inside me, but every time I see a large Modesh on the side of the road, I am suddenly hit with a desire to drive my car head first into him causing as much grevious bodily harm as possible.

3 months of opressive heat and boredom coupled with growing Modesh fatigue as the summer wears on are enough to drive anyone insane.

This is why I am offering a plea to the powers that be: Please don't make it any worse for the thousands of sufferers out there just like me. Please don't make him a year round attraction.

Worlds Hottest Shwarma's

Recently a great new cafeteria opened up just down the road from my place: Food and Drink Restaurant. Its just off the Sheikh Zayed road in the row of Barsha apartments straight before the MOE. Anyway, I've been enjoying some pretty good and tasty trips to the particular restaurant recently and it is a regular stop when I'm in need of a bit of fast food.

Last night I had the misfortune of letting my arabic friend order in arabic, asking for extra tahoos (extra hot sauce). Now I don't mind the occasional kebab with a bit of hot sauce (preferably excellence), but this one took the biscuit. It was hotter than an extra hot Nando's chicken. Holy hell, my arse has been on fire all morning.

I don't really know what the moral of this little piece is but I thought that I would share it in a way of getting this little blog started. So welcome along to another little blog about life, its trials and its tribulations in the UAE.