Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Projekt Gemüsebeet oder für eine Liberalisierung der Bienen!, Winter/Frühjahr 2012

Begonnen hat alles im Winter - und zwar damit, dass ich die blassen, mondsüchtigen Tomaten aus dem Supermarkt nicht mehr sehen, geschweige denn essen konnte.

Was macht man in so einem Fall? Richtig, man geht in das nächstgelegerne Pflanzengeschäft, bewaffnet sich mit Topf, Erde, Samen und Schaufel, und schon kann gebuddelt werden! Ich hatte mich für Paradeiser, Gurken und Paprika entschieden, und in meinem Übereifer versteckte ich mehrere Samen in der Erde der zwei Riesentöpfe. Ein Topf war für die zwei verschiedenen Paradeiser-Sorten, der andere Topf war ein Gurken/Paprika-Mix.

Hier ein Foto aus den ersten Tagen Anfang Februar: who is who?


Nachdem Paradeiser gerne ranken, zählte zu einem der nächsten Einkäufe sogar ein Rankgitter, das sich schlussendlich zutraulich an den Rand des Paradeiser-Topfes schmiegte und den mittlerweile größeren Pflänzchen unterstützend zur Seite stand. Die Paprika wurden anscheinend zu sehr von den Gurken eingeschüchtert und wagten nicht mal die Köpfchen aus der Erde. Das blieb leider bis zum Schluss so.

Im Mai entstand dann folgendes Bild:
 

Mit im Bild die alljährlichen Fensterputzer, die einem wieder vor Augen führen sollten, dass man sich ohne Vorhänge selbst im 13. Stock mit unverbautem Blick nicht allzu unbeobachtet fühlen sollte.

Sehr bald später habe ich entschieden, dass ein Topf zu klein für die vielen Paradeiser-Pflänzchen ist, und habe die Hälfte der Meute in einen weiteren Topf umgesiedelt.

Schnappschüsse der kleinen Lieblinge wurden natürlich auch festgehalten:


 

Soweit, so gut! Die Paradeiser-Pflanzen gediehen auch weiterhin durchaus löblich (wer mich kennt, weiß, dass ich bereits in Wien nur hartgesottene Pflanzen auf meinem Balkon aufnahm, die auch mit wenig Wasser auskommen) und erreichten schließlich mühelos den obersten Ring. Die Gurken-Pflanzen gurkten nach wie vor gemütlich auf dem Boden herum. Schließlich stellten sich auch die ersten Blüten ein, bei den Gurken etwas früher als bei den Paradeisern - nur leider bildeten sich keine Fruchtknoten!

Wer bis hierher gelesen hat, ist echt tapfer! Aber jetzt kommt die Pointe!

Was kann da der Grund sein? Natürlich! Es gibt keine Bienen! Oder zumindest nicht in der Öffentlichkeit. Vielleicht sind auch die Bienen noch nicht im 21. Jahrhundert angekommen, und müssen ihr Dasein weiterhin in den eigenen vier Wänden fristen? Ähnlich wie die einheimischen Frauen hier? Oder was ist sonst der Grund, dass der Honig aus dem (freizügigeren) Libanon importiert wird? Möglicherweise müssten auch Fremdbienen importiert werden, um auf Balkone wie meinen zu gelangen? Die Pakistanischen Fensterputzer schaffen es ja auch...

Für die Liberalisierung aller Weibchen, um dem Stillstand vorzubeugen!

Spitzzüngig? Gesellschaftskritisch? Vorurteilbehaftet? Ja, ein wenig von allem...

Sunday, June 3, 2012

I am not qualified, May 2012

Some days ago I was eating out with a colleague in the evening and we made the mistake of both taking our cars. Everybody who knows the Marina Walk can imagine that even during the week on a less busy day, there is no way on earth that you can find two parking spots. So we had to park in the garage.

So far, so good! We went to have dinner at the Lebanese restaurant: cold Mezze, as usually. And we sat outside because even though it was already May, there was a sandstorm which brought a fresh, cool breeze which made it bearable to sit outside. Over some chit-chat we had finished our meals and upon paying our bill we had our parking tickets validated with a stamp of the restaurant.

Since we were not yet feeling tired, and the meal was quite filling, we decided to walk a bit as to check out the restaurants and the infrastructure of the neighbourhood. On the way I must have lost my validated ticket, but when I relaized it was gone, we couldn't find it anymore as the wind had been blowing so hard. I thought  "Never mind! I am wearing a skirt, and the employee at the entrance of the parking was a guy, so I can probably convince him very easily to let me out of the parking without paying the fine (of AED 250!)."

Hmmmm, when we reached the security-guy at the entrance and told him the story, he was not very understanding (note to myself: I guess I have to realize that my legs are no longer working!!!), and told me I would have to pay AED 250 to drive out with my sweet little Gracey. I almost begged him for mercy, and then we realized that we still have the other parking-ticket, and since we were entering the garage right after each other, we could find out the respective number of my ticket, as the ticket-machine uses subsequent numbering.

With this information we found out that the charge up to that point was about AED 120, which is still a bit over-exaggerated for 3 hours of parking, but better than AED 250. The only problem was: without the ticket he would still not let me out! I suggested to call his manager and talked the supervisor into the agreement that I would pay the current chargeable amount in the very moment, and in case they would not be able to handle like this with their accounting department or whatever, I would leave my contact-details. The supervisor asked me to hand in my Emirates ID (an obligatory ID-card for all UAE-residents), and the security guy would copy the details.

It turned out that there was no copy-machine available, and when I showed him my ID-card so he could take down the details, he told me "Ma'am, I am not qualified". I didn't understand at the very moment, but only when I finished taking down the details, I realized, what he was about to tell me. In a very polite, and shy way he had admitted not being able to write. All my anger was gone after the shock of realisation. I paid my AED 120 we had agreed upon and still being very European I asked him for a receipt, but he told me "I will be there, and you have to trust me that I will not jeopardize my job for your money."

I felt embarassed.

Saturday, May 12, 2012

On tour with Michi, 05.05.2012

Michi (you might know her from a different post about Sardinia) had been in Dubai already last year, so I didn't have to take her to all the touristy places Dubai has to offer, but with her I discovered the "outback" of the UAE.

Our first trip took us to the East coast of the UAE: to Fujairah, supposedly the "greenest" emirate, with its small island within swimming-distance "Snoopy-island".


Here we spent a couple of hours at the beach, trying to figure out what the small holes and the sand hills close by could be.



Later on the solution was revealed: we saw some crabs digging their canal-system into the ground of the beach. And they were huge!!! I mean, I have never seen such creatures "live" before, and I really didn't have a clue how the holes came into the ground...

Even though Dibba is a really nice place: after this revelation, the humidity steaming up the place and the fact there was some oil in the water (probably because there is an industrial harbour not too far away), we decided to move on, and to search for Wadi Wurayah. Wadi stands for riverbed, and in this region of the world riverbeds are hardly ever actually filled with water. Instead, you can use them for a nice offroad-drive, usually leading through some greener areas and if you are lucky, you will even find pools or a spring.


On the road again...






Unfortunately we missed out on the actual turn into the Wadi, but instead we were rewarded with a beautiful view over the area we were supposed to go and it was quite impressive to see how much water must have flown through to cut out such huge pieces of the mountains to create this valley:




Later on we headed back and found the right turn:




following the other cars on the bumpy track:



ending up at a pool where locals were already splashing in the water. Maybe I would have to narrow down the definition of locals in this case: the crowd was limited to men swimming in the water and jumping off the rocks whereas women sat quitely and fully "wrapped up" (in their abayas, the black dress) in a picnic area close by watching the younger kids.


 

In this case we didn't want to draw more attention to us than we already did, being two young ladies of bright white colour, climbing up the few rocks to take some pictures and so we refrained from jumping into the comparably cooler water...

 



Wednesday, March 28, 2012

"Renate-Wrap" or being in Saudi, 24.-26.03.2012

I have heard a lot about Saudi Arabia before actually going there. And I was curious. Very curious.

So I took the chance to travel to Saudi Arabia for business-reason, to meet my colleagues face-to-face. Maybe they would become more cooperative then...

Preparation for Saudi Arabia was already an adventure: they said I needed pass-photos. Since I knew that I would have to wear an abaya (the black dress of the muslim women in Arab countries) and probably also the black scarf on my head, I was not sure whether to have the photo for the visa taken with scarf or without. So I took both options. It turned out that any "regular" pass-photo would have done the job as well...

Some colleagues of mine were applying for their visas at the same time and when we got our papers back, the visas showed different durations and different numbers of entries. Mine was for a single-entry and 30 days only, the others were single-entry and 3 months or multiple-entry with even longer validity. When asked for the background, I was told, the visa granted depends on age, sex and marital status of the applicant. Unmarried, young ladies get the shortest possible visa - if approved at all. Apparently the Saudi government was fearing I could try to marry into the kingdom...

So far, so good!

The next challenge was getting an abaya - without spending a fortune on a piece of cloth I would only wear once in my life! So I skipped all the malls were you can get fancy (and overpriced) abayas made of silk and went to the Souk at the Creek of Dubai. Being a tall woman made it a bit difficult to find a suitable abaya, as it should also cover your ankles, but in the end I was lucky and got the dress plus the scarf for AED 120.

In Dubai none of the foreign women wears an abaya, so I would have felt misplaced if I had to go to the airport all covered up. Thus, the logical question was: when to dress up appropriately for Saudi Arabia? I was given the instruction that I should board the plane in my regular clothes, and as soon as the plane approached the destination-airport in Saudi Arabia, I would notice that all women would start looking in their bags for their abayas and then just wrapping up on their seats. I should to the same.

That was easy!

Except for the scarf-part...

I had practiced at home to fix the scarf on my head, but the cloth was silky and it would only stay on my head for a maximum of 10 seconds. Later on I figured, that most women are using some kind of "sock", that they put on their head as to make the scarf stick better to their heads. I didn't have that and after several failed attempts on the plane, I was happy knowing that Jeddah would not be as strict as Riyadh regarding the scarf. So I wrapped the scarf only casually around my head and throat to pass the passport-check and out we were!

"We" consisted of a female colleague and me. We were picked up by our (male) colleague and brought to the hotel. Later we were told that a couple of years ago, or even now in Riyadh, this would not be acceptable. Women may only be driven by their male relatives or a designated driver. Oh! Yes! Women are not supposed to drive! It is forbidden for women to drive. They neither get a license, nor a car. As such, the mobility of a woman in Saudi Arabia is really limited. This is why most families (who can afford to) live in large, more or less luxurious compounds. These compounds usually include supermarkets, restaurants, pools and other entertainment-facilities to keep women busy.

Next day in the office I met my (male) colleagues. Some of them were reluctant or even refused to shake my hand as it is quite common not to touch any woman unless you are married or related to her.

Another difference to Dubai was prayer-time. Whereas the office in Dubai has a particular room which serves as prayer-room, the colleagues in the Jeddah-office used the corridors. During prayer-time was impossible to step out of any of the rooms.

But the biggest difference I only noticed when the need for a restroom became rather urgent. I was looking for the ladies' and I could not find it! I was desperate!
Finally a colleague told me that there are only a few ladies working in the office (for a hotline on baby-milk, of course) and they would have a secluded working area which even required a special key-card. Finding one of these cards was another odyssey, but I managed in time.

Conclusio of my visit: Saudi Arabia is a very male-dominated country, with very limited freedom, rights and (job-) opportunities for women. Even though most men emphasize how "protected" and safe their women are in this country, I seriously doubt I would enjoy an extended stay. This trip once again showed me how lucky I can consider myself being born and raised in a country like Austria with freedom of speech, access to proper education and similar opportunities for men and women.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Mama auf Besuch, 10.-.18.01.2012

Mama kommt also nach Dubai - im Jänner!

Etwas zu frisch war es Mama dann doch, um am Strand in der Sonne zu brutzeln, oder ordentlich im Meer einzutauchen, aber für Ausflüge war es genau die richtige Temperatur. Nachdem Mama unser letzter - improvisierter - Besuch auf den Burj Khalifa zuwenig Rundblick verschafft hatte (das Atmosphere-Restaurant bietet nur Aussicht nach Süden/Westen), war ein Besuch des Observation-Decks obligatorisch. Leider haben wir keine Karten für den Sonnenuntergang bekommen, aber Dubai ist bei Nacht sowieso viel schöner! Hier der Blick Richtung Norden:


Zwei Tage später sind wir dann Richtung Oman aufgebrochen. Wer mich kennt, weiß, wie sehr ich den Oman mag! Wer Mama kennt, weiß, wie sehr sie insistieren kann, wenn sie unbedingt etwas machen will! Schon bei ihrem ersten Besuch in Dubai ist sie mir mit den Hatta-Pools in den Ohren gelegen. Und dass diese "soooo schön" wären. Damals kannte ich mich noch nicht einmal in Dubai richtig aus, und war froh wenn ich den direkten Weg vom Büro zum Apartment gefunden hatte ;-). Mittlerweile kenne ich mich schon richtig gut aus, und habe ja auch meine Gracey, also ein adäquates Auto für solche Offroad-Touren.

Mein Offroad-Buch hat mir dabei geholfen, die Hatta-Pools auf meinem kürzlich erstandenen Nokia-Handy zu funden, und den Wegpunkt zu markieren. Und dann konnte es auch schon losgehen! Über Stock und Stein ging es zur markierten Stelle, und als wir dann angekommen waren, sahen wir nur steinige Berge und zwischendurch ein wenig Grün dorniger Büsche.


Das konnte doch nicht alles gewesen sein?
Nun ja, wir folgeten dem "Falaj", einem der hier typischen, künstlich angelegten Wasserkanäle zur Bewässerung, und... endeten im Nirgendwo! Um Mamas Nerven zu schonen, erklimmte ich einen Hügel, um die Gegend nach den Pools abzusuchen, doch obwohl ich sie selbst von der Anhöhe aus nicht ausmachen konnte, zeigte mir doch das GPS auf meinem Handy an, dass wir schon viel zu weit nördlich waren. Also wieder zurück über Stock und Stein!

 

Juhuu, wir haben sie gefunden! Die ersten Ausläufer der "Pools". Tatsächlich finden sich in der Gegend ein paar Pools, die in Österreich bestenfalls als größere "Lacken" bezeichnet werden würden.

Hier noch ein paar Eindrücke:





 

Nach unserem kurzen Umweg zu den Hatta-Pools, fuhren wir weiter zur Grenze und landeten nach den langwierigen Grenzformalitäten schließlich im Oman, und am späteren Abend bezogen wir schließlich unser Quartier in Ruwi, im Norden Muskats.

Von dort machten wir in den nächsten Tagen einige Ausflüge. Einer führte uns aufs Meer hinaus, wo wir uns den Wind und die Gischt ins Gesicht blasen ließen.




Und schließlich tanzten auch die Delphine für uns:


Wir besuchten auch einsame Buchten:


Ein anderes Mal machten wir uns in Richtung Süden auf, und besuchten Fort Nakhal, das vor dem Hajar-Gebirge eingebettet in Palmenhainen liegt. Dadurch hat man einen wunderbaren Ausblick "ins Grüne", wenn man dann oben steht. Wenn man aus Österreich kommt, kann einem "grün" hier in den südlichen Gefilden schon ganz schön abgehen!


 

Und noch eines in die andere Richtung zu den Bergen hin:


Ein bisschen "Innenleben" - hier ein Kinderzimmer:


 und das Empfangszimmer für Gäste mit obligatorischem Samowar.


Die Fuß-Fotos von den Al Thawarah-Quellen, wo uns klitze-kleine Fische die alten Hautschüppchen abgeknabbert haben, erspare ich euch, und die Fotos vom Besuch der Grand Mosque von Muskat muss ich euch leider auf Mama verweisen. Andernfalls könnte ich euch nur Fotos der Moschee aus anderen Trips unterjubeln...

Mit Mama habe ich jedoch nicht die Route entlang des Meers zurück genommen, sondern mit ihr bin ich durch das Landesinnere "gegurkt" - vorbei an Nizwa und zahlreichen kleineren und größeren Dörfern, und habe einen Abstecher zu Jebel Misht und den Ausläufern von Wadi Damm gemacht.

Hier ein Foto von Jebel Misht, der sich vermutlich auch wunderbar zum Klettern eignet:

 

Der Eingang zu einem sicherlich sehr lohnenden Wandergebiet durch den Wadi Damm


 bei dem Wanderer bereits nach einem kurzen Stück mit einem vielversprechenden Pool belohnt werden

 

Allerdings hatten Mama und ich kein geeignetes Schuhwerk vor Ort, und daher blieb es bei einer kurzen Stipvisite und dem Vorhaben, bald wieder zu kommen, und die Gegend dann eingehender unter die Lupe zu nehmen.


Saturday, October 29, 2011

Ein Ösi in Abu Dhabi oder Nationalfeiertag auf Arabisch, 26.10.2011

Nationalfeiertag in den Emiraten! Ein ganz neues Erlebnis, denn plötzlich ist der Nationalfeiertag gar kein Feiertag mehr, und dadurch, dass er 2011 auf einen Mittwoch fiel, hieß es "ganz normal arbeiten".

Trotzdem blieb er nicht ganz unbemerkt, da ich mich schon zu Beginn meines Aufenthaltes in den Emiraten bei der Österreichischen Botschaft in Abu Dhabi gemeldet hatte, und dadurch automatisch auf den Emailverteiler der Auslandsösterreicher gesetzt wurde. Den Angemeldeten dieser Liste werden gewisse Einladungen zuteil: zu deutschsprachigen Gottesdiensten, zu Tagungen, und eben auch zur Begehung des Nationalfeiertages.

Dazu hat die Botschaft uns Österreicher ins Crowne Plaza auf Yas Island eingeladen. Das liegt in der Nähe des Ikeas von Abu Dhabi, also ein paar Kilometer außerhalb der Stadt.

Nachdem ich keine Lust hatte, alleine dort aufzukreuzen, und dann niemanden zu kennen, und ich auch die Möglichkeit hatte, eine Begleitperson mitzunehmen, hab ich kurzerhand einen Freund gefragt, ob er mitkommen möchte. Nachdem Stephan aus Deutschland ist, habe er sicher nur geringfügige Verständigungsschwierigkeiten...

Gesagt, getan, und so machten wir uns nach Dienstschluss auf den Weg. Für Stephan war es etwas weiter, da er erst mal den Weg von Ras Al Khaimah nach Dubai zurücklegen musste. Zum Glück war er clever genug, verschiedene Outfits mitzunehmen und so konnten wir uns dann in Schale werfen.

Also lüften wir mal das Geheimnis, und sehen wir uns an, wer mich da begleitet hat:


Leider hatte ich zu dieser Zeit kein Navigationsgerät, und meine Ausdrucke der Routenplaner waren nur sehr bedingt nützlich, da die Emirate ja bekanntermaßen ständig irgendwelchen Straßenprojekten unterworfen sind, was sich in diversen Umleitungen bemerkbar macht. Dadurch kamen wir - den Zeitplan sowieso schon eng berechnet - um einiges zu spät zu der Veranstaltung. Zum Glück wurde uns kein Strick daraus gedreht, und wir kamen rechtzeitig zum Buffet. Was es da nicht alles gab! Ich hab mich gleich des Lachses angenommen, der sehr prominent auf dem Vorspeisen-Buffet lag, und auch die Linsensuppe (während des Ramadans kennen- und liebengelernt) habe ich nicht verschmäht. Die Weißwürste waren zwar nicht wirklich typisch Österreichisch, aber zusammen mit dem Sauerkraut haben sie trotzdem gemundet.

Und dann kamen wir auch schon zur Nachspeise: eine Österreich-Emirate-Torte!


Leider war bereits jemand vorwitzig genug, und hatte sie noch vor dem offiziellen Anschnitt seziert...

Auch die "Humtata"-Musik durfte natürlich keineswegs fehlen, und so wurde uns ein wenig heimatlich ums Herz:


Sunday, October 23, 2011

South Africa, 17.-21.10.2011

I admit! I didn't care too much about my blog in the past few months, and the more time passes, the bigger the effort to roll up everything that happened in between...

So yes, even though this entry will be appearing in May 2012 (inshallah), the topic is the oldest one in the backlog of 7 months: South Africa.

How did I get there? I happen to be one of the fortunate people who work for an international company which still affords the luxury of having trainings combined with the touch of an incentive.

The first two days consisted of presentations, meetings and long working days and the evenings we usually spent close to the hotel, as Johannesburg is not considered a safe city and we had been advised not to leave the hotel without our tour guides. I can not judge the actual situation, as I - for once in my life - followed the advice, but we had a bus tour through SOWETO (the SOuth WEstern TOwnship, a district of Johannesburg), which was making me feel both, scared, and wondering how people can actually live there. The houses were basically bigger "shoe-boxes" - very simple accommodations, with tin-roofs covered with stones:


It really is a poor district. In the same area there is also a museum located: the Apartheid museum. It draws your attention to the subject fromthe very beginning: your ticket is assigned randomly to be "blankes" (white) or "nie-blankes" (non-white) and you have to take the entrance according to your ticket. I entered as "nie-blank".


Inside the museum it was not allowed to take pictures, but I captured a glimpse at the very beginning:


Most of my colleagues rushed through the museum and some even ran the risk of being kicked out as they were taking photos inside the museum, but I let them all pass and then concentrated on the topic. I found the exhibition well-prepared, and especially the part on the black children, servants and workers in the mines touched my heart and made me swallow my tears.

After the museum we drove on through the country-side until we arrived at Pilanesberg, a national park. On the way we stopped for souvenirs, small hand-craft items made of wood or stone. I got an elephant - a present of a colleague and friend of mine.

Upon arrival at Pilanesberg we just checked in and dropped our luggage at the little villas, as we had to return to the reception to have our first game drive. And we were rewarded with our first sighting: a huge herd of elephants crossing our path right after the entrance.

The first representative of the "Big Five" (elephant, lion, leopard, rhinoceros and buffalo):


And the rest was to follow:


right in front of our car....


The youngster of the herd even tried to challenge our car :-)


The next sighting was a herd of hippos, which are very shy and therefore not often to be found outside the water.


At the lake we could also find a multitude of colourful birds (left alone the trillion of mosquitos and other insects). One of them was the Cape Weaver, a beautiful yellow bird which builds ball-like nests attached to the twigs of bushes (see upper left corner of below picture).


One of my favourite shots shows an African Darter.


And a general impression of the landscape during sunset:


The next day started early: at 5:00 we were supposed to gather at the reception area to have a quick coffee and some cookies to kick off the day and to have our first early-morning game drive. Since the days get quite hot, the animals usually hide in the shade during the day, and move around only during early morning or late afternoon.

The learning of the first early-morning drive was: you can never put enough clothes on! It was freeeeeeeezing and most of us - being used to a really hot climate - were trying to wrap in everything available, even if it was only canvas made of plastic:


But in return we got rewarded with another member of the "Big Five": rhinos :-) - don't let them get angry at you. We had been told that especially the black rhinos can become very aggressive and then you don't stand a chance as they are very fast runners even though they look rather chubby and slow. We were also able to spot a leopard from the very distance, but the buffalos were hiding successfully.


The zebras, which we could not spot the other day were mingled with a herd of giraffes, as the giraffes can see well, whereas zebras hear well - or the other way around, I can not remember!


A shot of two of the most common animals in the park: impalas. They had been everywhere, but with everything that is available almost "unlimited", it was not appreciated very much by my camera and this is the best shot I could find...


Another very common animal of the park is the wildebeest. It is not very pretty, but I still liked it. It usually migrates in comparably huge herds.


During the night-drive we also discovered a group of another member of the "Big Five": lions. We first watched them using red light as they would not bother as much as with white light.

Of course, the white light enabled us to take better pictures - at least that was the case with my small pocket-camera.

They are lazing around just like any domestic cat :-)


... stretching is the same...


and sharpening the "tools" is also in scope.


One evening we had a bush-dinner in the national park and if the voices, the drums and the dancing hadn't scared off all wild animals, the rangers certainly would have done that for us. It was weird, to know all these wild animals are all around us and we can just not see them.

Another day we found a jackal sitting on the track - very quiet, but it neither seemed really scared, nor sick, and the next day it was gone.


In between the game drives we spent our time in the garden of the Lodge where we had been staying. The "boys" were playing soccer, the "girls" were chatting and/or tanning, some of us were even working and some were "monkeying around":


The same afternoon an elephant appeared in our "garden of eden" and people were queuing to get some nice shots done:


After all, I think I also owe you some pictures of the lovely accommodation we were staying in:


The wonderful villa I shared with one of my favorite colleagues, had a nice bathtub as well as a shower outdoors! I admit it was a weird feeling to go outside for a shower at night, but I totally recommend the experience :-)