Le Meridien Al Aqah Beach Fujairah

... were giving up their seats for women like anyone would. What a difference between Syrian and Saudi manners. Of course there were maybe a dozen of those white robed men displaying the same behavior in my gate area and I just need to find out who they are with this garb and tablecloths on their heads. Later on inside the plane I watched as they would toss their garbage in the aisle like animals when they were done eating or drinking. The majority of "regularly ...

Ajman to Sharjah by minibus, it leaves right in front of the Ajman museum and goes to the Sharjah bus station, very practical for my bus change to the emirate of Fujarah that lies on the east coast of the UAE, so the highway goes across the desert, and ...

... HUGE hangover. And I had to use my brain that thursday. Painful. Anyway, that plus the fact that I needed to look for a new job in order to keep psychological balance (that worked well as I applied to 15 interesting jobs in just a few hours), made the friday disapear. I had been trying to organize a weekend out to the tip of the peninsula, on a dhow boat: dolphin spotting, snorkeling, and all sorts of great things to do... but that did not work out. Instead, we gathered ...

... of giving me an ice cold wet towel in the car, good service. Then 90 mins drive to the hotel. Good roads, so many speed cameras. And the cars start beeping when going faster then 120 km/h. Strange but effective, because extremely annoying after a short while. Hotel arrival was nice, need to get used to this level service, just doesn't exist in Europe and for sure not in the UK.

... the shade and we don't know what the temperature was like in the sun because the two blokes we sent out to check burst into flames before they could check. We used a laser pointer thermometer on the flight deck and it came back with 88deg Celsius. Out on the concrete of the wharf it must have been even hotter. I did leave the ship at one stage to have a cigarette away from where the fuelling was going on. While I was there I started talking to a chirpy young American chappy ...

... dangerous. Walking on the ground, concrete or else, tat was not under a shade was an equally challenging matter of getting burnt to the third degree or only to the second. I decided to skip the afternoon dive in order to go back to Sharjah. I had lost my company mobile phone, and I could not remember if I had forgotten it in my hotel room or if it might have dropped from the car door... In the end I found the phone in my hotel room in Sharjah, but realized I had ...

... good sweat. It was a cool, quiet, yet busy atmosphere in the street. But at the same time, there were almost no women, and you could see the men were around just because of work. No Arab in sight actually, mostly Indians, and a few Asians. Some were having a quick chat, others were sitting and doing nothing, the air was very hot, not even warm, even though the sun had been gone for hours. And wherever you are there are always ...

... room" while they tried to gather more people who were going to Dubai. So there we sat, the 3 of us with a couple of Arabs in plastic chairs under a tree in a vacant lot, my first truly Middle Eastern experience. The guys were really nice too, we were talking to them, they were making jokes, when we all took pictures with them they are like "now you can tell your family you met Osama Bin Laden." We all packed into a minivan and headed home, incredibly satisfied with our trip to Fujairah, Over and out.

... excellent, and yep, it was air conditioned - yay! The restaurant is on the main road as you drive into town, on the left. Unfortunately, I've forgotten the name, but you'll see a big restaurant and it's probably that one. After the hearty meal, we drove towards the coastline to visit the supposed black sand beaches. Every was complaining about eating too much and needed to walk it off, so we stop a little early to walk along the beach. Here's a tip - sandals are not ...