Fujairah, U.A.E.

Fujairah, U.A.E. Last night was a big problem. I had been fine all day even after having a good lunch. So I also had a good dinner. I guess that was pushing it too far. Ka ka started happening again and big time. I was up much of the night. I guess I was singing the song I made up, for the occasion, a little to loudly as Bobbi was threatening to flush me if I didn’t shut up. But I know she really liked it because the first couple of times I sang it, she was laughing hysterically. The song? You want to hear the song? No you don’t. Okay, but you’ll be sorry. Actually it isn’t a song at all. Just a sweet little poem. “Through the colon, past the sphincter. Look out world, here comes a real stinker.” Kind of catchy, huh?

We were only here from about 11:30 AM to 6:30 PM. We booked a tour from 1:00 PM to 5:00 PM. I only had a English muffin for breakfast and no lunch, hoping not to have any problems. We did bring toilet paper with.

While Dubai had been a beautiful place where billions had been spent on wide roads with beautiful center islands and a terrific infrastructure, this place, in contrast, was the pits. Maybe Dubai looked a lot like this twenty or thirty years ago, but I doubt it. The roads were new and fairly smooth but that’s as far as it goes. There is green nowhere. This place is very mountainous while Dubai is flat. Wherever Dubai is undeveloped, there is clean sand and never any garbage. Fujairah is black, dirty looking and covered with all kinds of garbage just tossed and blown everywhere, for many years. Fujairah is not built up even a fraction of what Dubai is. Where mountains are normally attractive, these are ugly. They are very jagged which looks interesting until you get close enough to really see them. They are mostly black. Mile after mile of mountain there is no green anywhere. These mountains look like piles of rock and coal mixed with dirt. Everythigng looks dead. The worst part is they reminded me of the piles I had been leaving all night. They are all loose and are always falling and sliding.

There is a lot of new construction and signs for several large new hotels to be built. We are told the old ugly buildings and houses will all be torn down and replaced free of charge, to the citizens, who can only be from the original tribes. No one else can become a citizen. There are some new houses and buildings already built and many more under construction. There are taxes on nothing. No citizen works here. Outsiders do all the work in stores and all other things. Locals can be a problem. They run the police. They drive like nuts and have killed and injured many people. They can never be at fault even though many do not even have drivers licenses.

Our tour went to a museum that was not much. Right nearby was a 300 year old fort we just took pictures of. We drove by oasises and wadis. A wadi is a dried river bed. We went up to the tallest mountain in the area and the second tallest in their protected area. We were shown a ditch with garbage and told it was the grand canyon of Arabia. This ditch was about three meters across. We saw areas of new construction. Many of the houses were very nice and very large while others were plain square boxes.

We thought it was very interesting to see if not at all inviting. Others were saying it was an ugly dump and not worth having been charged to see. We were also taken to a shopping area with all closed stores to shop at. They close everything from 1:00 PM to 5:00 PM. Hard workers.

By the time we got back to the ship it was 5:30 PM and we were all starving. Thank goodness our butler had left us a pile of caviar with all the condiments. Yesterday was the start of a new segment and our slave buys us something good like that for each segment. Thanks slave. It was goooood.

Maybe I am getting better. No problem all day and even after a large dinner, so far.

Sickey Sherm Out.