Kilted Arab
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- Apr 30, 2005
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Didn't golf last weekend, which usually kinda ruins it: but this one was different.
Was lucky enough to be invited, by my boss, to an Eid celebration - a Muslim holiday after the end of Ramadan.
With wife and bairn in tow, we headed off to his fathers house, a 14-bedroomed semi-Palace type of place, about 100 miles from Abu Dhabi. My Danish colleague, his wife and her parents were also there. In the house, the men and women went off to different rooms for coffee and cakes and a chat. Any kids could run about wherever they wanted.
After about 1/2 hour there, we got into our 4x4s and drove into the desert. A camp had been set up - or rather, two camps. One for men, one for women. Myself, my colleague and our families were the only non-Arabs in the group. The white women wandered freely from group to group. There were ponies for the kids to play on, plus quad bikes for kids and big adult quad bikes as well. Racing about the dunes on those things was a blast!
An hour or two after we arrived, food was served. The main elements of the meal were lamb and chicken. The meat was prepared the night before, some sort of underground slow roasting method - the meat wrapped in palm leaves, I think, then buried in a pit with hot coals and left for 18 hours or so. The results were fantasic! We sat in a tent (Majlis) and the food was served on huge platters and we all sat on the ground and got stuck in. As westerners, we were offered cutlery, but we joined in the Arab way - right hand only! Was sticky and messy, but great fun. Not all the Arabs spoke English, but a few did and acted as translators.
We were made very welcome and no-one made us feel like outsiders. There were maybe 40 - 50 adult men there, sitting in the tent around the food. They were all related - brothers, cousins, etc. Even if you don't understand the language, you can tell when people are enjoying themselves - there was laughter, chatter and a general good feeling about the place and the experience further emphasised to me that, whatever your upbringing or culture, people are basically the same the world over.
After the meal, there was more quad bikes, desert driving, kids with footballs etc. The mrs came from the ladies camp and told me they'd had exactly the same experience over there.
The whole thing was an extraordinary experience, honour and privilege. I have a few photos, will post them later.
Was lucky enough to be invited, by my boss, to an Eid celebration - a Muslim holiday after the end of Ramadan.
With wife and bairn in tow, we headed off to his fathers house, a 14-bedroomed semi-Palace type of place, about 100 miles from Abu Dhabi. My Danish colleague, his wife and her parents were also there. In the house, the men and women went off to different rooms for coffee and cakes and a chat. Any kids could run about wherever they wanted.
After about 1/2 hour there, we got into our 4x4s and drove into the desert. A camp had been set up - or rather, two camps. One for men, one for women. Myself, my colleague and our families were the only non-Arabs in the group. The white women wandered freely from group to group. There were ponies for the kids to play on, plus quad bikes for kids and big adult quad bikes as well. Racing about the dunes on those things was a blast!
An hour or two after we arrived, food was served. The main elements of the meal were lamb and chicken. The meat was prepared the night before, some sort of underground slow roasting method - the meat wrapped in palm leaves, I think, then buried in a pit with hot coals and left for 18 hours or so. The results were fantasic! We sat in a tent (Majlis) and the food was served on huge platters and we all sat on the ground and got stuck in. As westerners, we were offered cutlery, but we joined in the Arab way - right hand only! Was sticky and messy, but great fun. Not all the Arabs spoke English, but a few did and acted as translators.
We were made very welcome and no-one made us feel like outsiders. There were maybe 40 - 50 adult men there, sitting in the tent around the food. They were all related - brothers, cousins, etc. Even if you don't understand the language, you can tell when people are enjoying themselves - there was laughter, chatter and a general good feeling about the place and the experience further emphasised to me that, whatever your upbringing or culture, people are basically the same the world over.
After the meal, there was more quad bikes, desert driving, kids with footballs etc. The mrs came from the ladies camp and told me they'd had exactly the same experience over there.
The whole thing was an extraordinary experience, honour and privilege. I have a few photos, will post them later.
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