PF 2010

And that’s it my friends. Another year has passed again. And it was so quick, that I didn’t realize that I have 42 posts and 61 pages of written stories, experiences, rumors and news I’ve been through during the last 14 months I have been living in Dubai. And that is good.

That I continuously kept posting during the whole year about basically everything is a sign that I like to write and I like to let you read. And that is good.

That I am still here and kicking with hopefully good position of staying more, is sign that I have been doing my best to achieve it. And that is good.

It was a good year. Somehow every year I think that the last year was the best so far. I think the same today. And that is how it should be J

I hope you all had a good year and I wish you all the better to the next one…to make it the best!!...until the following year of course J

Universe…Earth…Asia…Emirates…Dubai…all these places are big playgrounds…but the biggest one is a human heart, where is decided the course of life of an individual, changing the courses of Dubai…Emirates…Asia…Earth…Universe!!

JIRI!! Has been setting new courses to a lot of things, but has he changed himself? Has he decided what his course will be? Has he found his Universe? Maybe yes…maybe no…maybe he’s close…maybe he’s far…maybe he doesn’t know…maybe he hasn’t noticed…maybe he’ll never find………To be continued

Oman - Different perspective

Two days in the office with sand still in my shoes were over in a second and we had another long weekend ahead. We agreed with Jana, Jaro and Milan that this is a good opportunity to explore more from the “distant” Oman. At first we wanted to go the Oman’s very south province Salalah, but 1300km was too much even for four days, so we changed our plan to going around Nizwa or a bit south of Muscat only. We did not have any particular schedule or plan. Everything we want to decide on spot as per our mood J Pure improvisation!!

We took two cars, one with Dubai people and other with Abu Dhabi guys, and we were supposed to meet at 10pm on Tuesday after Al Ain border. We finally met at 2:30am, because of all possible reasons for delay. Anyway…we drove a bit more that night to be closed to our fist destination: Jebel Shams mountains and the Grand Canyon of Middle East.

Next morning after a short sleep on a stony bed next to the road, we drove 1000 meters to the top of the canyon to do a small hike to an abandoned village, hidden on the canyon’s steep slopes. An easy two hour hike with a stunning panorama of the bottomless crack in the ground under the Oman’s highest mountain took us to a strange place.

To a place where twelve families who used to live in a couple of tiny houses stuck to the rock under the huge overhang, with basically no access route other than a narrow path we came on, with no space to move around because of a 100 meter drop 20 meters from their doorways, but well protected against the enemies and with a permanent supply of water in a small lake. Perfect for a couple of weeks maximum J The time was different!!

We didn’t take the same way back as the most of the people have to take. Why? Because we were climbersJ with all the gear, so we enjoyed doing a nice Via Ferrata out of the canyon.

And then I stupidly crashed my camera, because a gust of wind blew down my backpack with the camera on top, while we wanted to take a picture of us all. Pity, but hopefully it won’t be that expensive to repair it. So with a tear in the eye I look for the last time into the canyon, turned around and followed the others back to the cars.

After another night in the stony bed we decided to skip the hike to the Oman’s highest mountain and instead we did a road trip to the ancient city of Nizwa, former Omani capital, to see one of the typical Arabic forts. Impressive but in comparison with all those huge European castles it was nothing. “Here they were fighting with spears and honey, while in Europe with cannons and rifles” commented Jaro and but we all agreed, that against spearmen that fortress was quite good ;)

We didn’t have enough time to check other forts in the city of Sur, so we chose to explore the beauty of Wadi Ash Shab, according to the book, one of the most beautiful places in Oman. And it was definitely spectacular. A deep crack in the ground opening into the sea with a small stream lined with palm trees running at the bottom.

We wanted to hike to the end where should be an underwater cavern which you have to swim into. We involuntarily hired a local guide, who wanted to make money by showing us the obvious pathJ But at the end he was actually useful because he showed us the cavern, which we or another crazy group we met there, couldn’t find! Yes…two crazy groups meeting each other few minutes before the sunset in a far end of a wild wadi! One is Czech and the other…Czech girl with Turkish boyfriend and English guy speaking Czech. Typical J

We found the cavern, but because the water level was low after summer, we didn’t have to swim through a completely flooded tunnel and you could squeeze the head between the ceiling and water. Less scaryJ

And what usually happens if two such groups meet? Yes…they go party :D So we gave to the others tent, blankets, grill, meat, beer and invited them to go camping with us to Wadi Dhaykah, where we wanted to climb the next morning. And again…everyday perfect chill next to the camp fire, with pork sausages on the grill, cool beer from the cool box and bright full moon above our heads.

There is nothing better than after another night on stones to wake up directly in the climbing area and be able to stretch your body and mind on some easy traditional routes. Whole Wadi Dhaykah was full of climbing potential and we did our best to use it. We stayed climbing up late afternoon and then tried to find camping spot on the other side of the wadi where some Dubai guys we met there pointed us to. The driving was rough between deep tracks in loose round wadi stones, but Tiguan was brave and had no major problems. Good boy J

We didn’t find that camp spot, because it was dark already, but we found a beautiful large pool. Just excellent for washing away daily dust and revitalizing the body before the evening chill on the stone field J

Next morning we drove back to the wadi and we wanted to find Hotel California crack with nice 6 pitch traditional 5c. “It’s there” I pointed out to the other side of a rough wadi bank full of big stones. “I’ll leave the car here and walk. Should be about 500 meters” I added, but Jaro had different opinion: “I’ll try to go around and if I’ can’t pass I’ll come back!”

We packed the gear and when we were about to start walking we saw Jaro passing slowly through a small water pool. We’ve learned that wadi stones are more slippery than sand and that wet wadi stones are like ice we’ve learned when Jaro got stuck and submerged up to the doors in the “shallow” pool.

With Jana we ran to check the seriousness of the situation and when we saw Jaro’s white face behind the wheel continuously pushing the throttle not to suck water into the engine through the submerged exhaust pipe and with his feet being washed by cold wadi water, we realized that this is very serious.

Pulling the car out with human force was impossible. So I inspected a possible access path from the other side, cleaned out the biggest boulders and slowly drove close to Jaro to try to pull him out with German force. Floor it…jerk the Pajero half a meter…get stuck in a geyser of stones…reverse…floor it…jerk it…get stuck…reverse………It was tough, but we made it J There was nothing better so see than Jaro’s happy grin when his “Precious” got saved from flooding and destruction!! At the end my car was probably more damaged than his from all the stones drumming on the chassis and from one which punctured somehow the aluminum rim from inside that I had a flat tire!! Happy end J

We didn’t have time left for climbing at Hotel California, so we only inspected the routes and agreed that the final rehearsal for Kenya would happen here and we slowly left towards home on an emergency tire. We tried to get it fixed in nearby town, but you can’t expect Omani garage men to perform such a delicate operation as aluminum welding J

We wanted to go to see the biggest Omani fort on our way back, but we were short of time so we changed our destination to Muscat old city center with beautiful sea promenade, sultan’s castle, traditional market and a milk shake on the street. Nice point after even nicer four day trip.

Oman is the same as UAE and different in the same time. It’s Arabic, but a bit more Arabic, ancient and traditional than UAE. It’s dry, but a bit greener, water full and live. It’s mountainous, but a bit higher, deeper and steeper. It’s beautiful, but a bit more attractive, thrilling and natural.

And maybe it’s just because I’m not living there and it seems to me better, because I don’t have it every day. And as I’m thinking about it…I would probably change my opinion when I have to work there :D

It’s civilized, but a bit poorer, older and more dangerous!!

EID of four wheels

Eid al Adha is one of many Islamic holidays. They don’t have fixed date, because they follow the Islamic calendar. This year it fell on Thursday 26.12. We got holiday on Sunday too, so along with the weekend it was four daysJ Government employees they have whole week off, but private sector was not that lucky!! Was it? ;) And with UAE National day on Wednesday 2.12. and personal leave on 3.12. I had two four day weekend in the row J Excellent.

So after Thursday we with Rune relaxed by playing Magic and winning everything we touched, I stood on Friday morning on dirty Mussafah street in front of Abu Ibrahim’s “Boom quads” shop. How that happened?

Going camping to the desert is a common, maybe the most favorite outdoor activity of the locals and expats probably too. You just load your four 4x4 with booze, meat and grills…drive into the desert…make camp…drive around with the cars…get drunk…and leave home next morning. I tried to take my AWD once, but it’s not fun, because it’s not made for crashing dunes. So last time we went I opted to be a co-driver, which wasn’t much fun either, because you don’t hold any wheel!! So on the following occasion I wanted to give my Tiguan one more chance and tried driving around some easy stuff while my friends were deflating tires, but I got stuck on the top of a flat dune, because I only didn’t stop facing downhill. This wouldn’t happen to the 4x4. No fun!!

“There has to be something how even I can enjoy desert safaris and camping” I thought. And then I remembered somebody talking about the possibility to rent quite cheaply a quad bike with trailer for a whole day. “That’s it. Next time I have to try this!!” I decided and started investigation where, how, and how much. After a week I got contact to a group of Czech people taking quads to Liwa for three days during EID. They gave me contact to Abu’s shop and with Rune’s kind permission to install a towing hook to his Pajero and taking it to the desert for the first time, I was ready to join them with one more quad J

If you want to go somewhere where some real big dunes are, you have to go to Liwa oasis. It’s quite far, but it’s worth it. And for beasts as Yamaha YFZ350 Banshee and YFM700 Raptor definitely are there is no other challenge. So after two hours of slow driving we stopped at the last petrol station before the desert edge, filled all canisters and tanks, bought fire wood and headed inside. We stopped at the end of a salt plain, unloaded quads and the learning could begin!! What learning? Learning how to drive a manual motorcycle/quad. I have never ridden anything like this and I even didn’t know to do it theoretically. “Changing gears is on your left foot, rear brake on your right, clutch is on your left hand and front brake on your right. Throttle is this small lever on the right. Have fun J” was a short introduction from Michal. To my surprise, as easily it sounded that simply I executed it and in five minutes I was driving around with adrenaline rising!!

“Let’s climb that dune” I looked at the closest high dune and floored the throttle. Hnnnnn..hnnnn…bbloooob..bloob..blo…and the engine stalled. “Damn..I forgot to fill the tank” I laughed. Before we refueled the others came and we made a camp behind a small dune not far from the plain. We had a problem with one of the Banshees, when the clutch got burned, so Michal spend three hours with letting it fixed in nearby Liwa town and I punctured tire in the Pajero. Again from the tire side so it cannot be fixed and you have to buy new one. “It’s getting expensive this trip!!” I complained about my bad luck. I have never punctured tire in my life and here I destroyed already second in four months!!

I think I’ve found exactly what I was looking for. Riding quads in the desert is more fun than driving 4x4s, because you are in direct contact with the sand, dunes and wind. You drive usually faster, because you can clear bumps better and you don’t have to worry about damaging the vehicle. You are riding more, because you don’t have to stop and scout the terrain in front of you and you can basically go any direction. But the biggest advantage is that you don’t have to be afraid of getting stuck somewhere and spent two hours with digging and getting the car out!!

So I quickly got used to all those new control elements and was climbing the highest dunes around and enjoying the incredible panoramas from tops. The most I enjoyed the challenge of finding a way to get to the dune top, driving on sharp tipped dune ridges, slowly crossing lower dune tops without knowing what is behind or driving in spiral inside cone shaped holes between dunes. Sometimes trying several times from different directions.

It was also the difference between the 350 I was riding and the 700. With the Raptor, once I learned to floor the first gear, it got too easy to get anywhere because the machine had incredible power. You could just point to 100m 45° slope, floor it and drive to the top. Banshee was also very powerful, but just couldn’t do that much, so I just enjoyed it a bit moreJ

Second day evening we went to Al Moreeb dune, the tallest or at least one of the tallest dunes in the area. It is around 200m flat slope dune, where all the Emiratis with tuned Land Cruisers are competing who can get further up. We tried on one of the lower slopes with our quads. It’s kind of impressive feeling when you are standing on top and looking down the valley. We stayed till the sunset and returned to the camp.

Then some people went home, but chose to stay one more day, despite paying the quad only for two days. “Let’s try how is it to have my own quad for whole day and do some longer trip” I decided to leave the any possible problems away and stay hidden in the desert, where nobody can reach me ;)

I woke up quite early in the morning and went for around two hour wide circle around the camp. Just amazing. I also tried to find a way to the highest dune from the steepest side. For me it was a tough challenge and that was the best out of all trip. Elevations, holes, sharp ridges and dune tips in a long steep cascade finished by a rather flat peak with sand blowing across the edge. Perfect for taking some pictures!! I have to admit that I was quite happy to get there from that side. It wasn’t for free J

And that was the end. Around 4pm we packed up and drove back to Abu Dhabi and home. Definitely a great fun and experience, no matter that it was quite expensive fun. We are already planning another trip, but this time with a destination…from A to B J Let’s see… but for now…only climbing and getting ready for the Kenya expedition on February. What? You haven’t heard about that?...Ehm, well…stay tuned J

Kitesurfing utopia

“Click”…”Do you really want to refresh this page?”…”Yes”…”11 knots”…”Another windless day” I sighed. Every day for past three weeks or so I was checking wind outside with hope. Kites ready under the office table and the board in the car. No luck and I started to feel kite sick.

“Click”…”You have new email”…”Because of the F1 Race week Envac site office will remain closed from 28.10 to 2.11.”…”Jiiipiiii” I cheered and immediately opened Windfinder in search of the windiest spot around where I could go for a week to heal my kite heart J Vietnam? No wind. Ibiza? Too far. Mauritius? Too expensive. Egypt? That’s the place!! So on 28.10. at 4am I was flying with my favorite orange 12m RRD to Hurghada.

Directly after landing at 11am I took a taxi to the nearest kite beach – Magawish. This time I was much better informed than in Thailand so I quickly negotiated the price from 80 Egyptian pounds to 30. Unfortunately I didn’t have exact money so I paid 40! Rule No. 1 J I rushed to the kite center already a bit worried because I didn’t see palms moving how they should be. And my worst fears came true. No wind now and for the rest of the week!!

I bought a beer and started to chat with Petr and Dominik, owners of Czech Harakiri kite school & shop and discovered this situation is real bad luck, because in previous years they didn’t have any problems. Pity! We sadly packed up and they showed me how to negotiate a taxi. For 15 pounds got to their hotel on the other side of the town and then the taxi was driving further using my GPS to the location of my Golden Rose hotel.

Finally we got into a district only full of half finished concrete building skeletons with no sign of any construction activity. “We should be here” I said looking to the GPS. The driver already a bit pissed of driving in circles stopped and angrily “Where now?” On the webpage where I booked the hotel there was a Google map location, but after calling to the hotel and after the guy explained to the driver the correct location, we had to go all the way back, much before where the guys lived J

I assembled the board, packed the kite bag, set the alarm for 7am because possible morning wind and fell asleep.

The next day was typical. I came to the beach, sat under the umbrella, bought two beers and was whole day watching bored spiritless people passing around with or without kite equipment. No wind, no fun! “I can’t stay like this another day” I thought.

So in search of some action I went to have a beer with Harakiri guys to their hotel. Around midnight and I was returning with a local minibus public transport. These old half broken Toyota Hiace 12-seaters are running through the city without any schedule and you can stop them in any place along the way, even if the stops would be after 10 meters! Anyway…after few minutes all Egyptians got off and I was alone, but now for long because a group of drunk Russian teenagers got in.

“Come with us to the disco?” said one of them. I didn’t feel going to sleep yet so I answered “OK…why not”. The disco itself assured me of what I noticed before. That there is a hell lot of Russians in this town!! I ordered a beer and asked one girl “Am I the only non-russian speaking person here?” She nodded with smile J And when they started playing Russian hip hop, I was so out of there!

The next day I went to the nearby city El Gouna at least to not to drink beer at the same place. I took a public minibus, bigger that the minivans, but running the same style. El Gouna is an artificial village only with tourist resorts, so there was a security gate. We stopped there and a policeman was checking ID’s. I didn’t have any, but it wasn’t necessary, because the cop just randomly checked the locals and randomly picked two guys and kept them at the gate. And we continued. Not for long, because at one stop the bus engine stalled. “Aasif… Seyyara tamaninat…” said the driver. “Ummm…Mabrook tahanina…emshi…” passengers angrily murmured and started leaving the bus. “Oh no…I’ll have to walk with all my gear” I thought. But when I was about to leave also, the bus started moving and right after that the engine started. “They were pushing the bus” I laughed when all returned and we continued J

When I got to the kite station, yesterday program repeated with only small difference. Beer was cheaper, there were a lot of Germans instead of Czech and I didn’t even put the board shorts on. Rest was the same. People sadly sitting bored in the shade silently suffering while thinking “Why me?...One week nothing. Such a waste!”

“I can’t stay like this another day” I said to myself and bought one day snorkeling trip to Utopia Island south of Hurghada. Russian story continued as I was the only non-russian speaking person in the minivan and on the 30 people boat was only one French family more. Even all the local guides spoke Russian and no English. In the agency they showed me a map where Utopia Island looked quite big and I was expecting stopping in 3-4 different places for snorkeling around the island and far from the mainland. But the reality was different. I should have expected that, because a proven fact is that no guided tourist tour ever paid off J

So accompanied by some Russian folklore we went one kilometer to the shore at the opposite side of the bay for the first dive. “Island…later…after lunch” said the guide when I asked him where is the Island. Second spot was 300 meters from the first. Still no island.

After lunch on the deck we finally came to the Island, but not for snorkeling. We were supposed to sit on the island, which was nothing more than a sand bank of the size of half the football field. I refused to go and share the tiny “Island” with another 100 people from the similar tour boats anchoring there at the same time.

Instead I started to read a book lying in my shelf for a long time and went to snorkel around. This was actually quite nice, because I saw a reasonably colorful coral reef and a lionfish. On pictures the reef looked better, but is probably with all tourist allurements!!

At the nearby kite center people were riding, but only two hours at the morning. “Uff…I would explode, if they had wind whole day while me sitting on the Russian boat!” I relieved.

When we returned I went full of energy to buy some cheap T-shirts and to have goulash with dumplings into one Czech restaurant I discovered. It was Czech food, cooked by Egyptians, served by Egyptians speaking Czech. Not a single Russian word J I felt almost like at home. After having a couple of beers with some Czech divers there, I was returning back to the hotel.

“Hmm…let’s check Ministry of Sound. How much they want” I got an idea. Famous music club was just 100 meter from my Hotel, so why not just to see. But I wasn’t in mood for hip hop and I didn’t want to pay 80 pounds entrance either, so I turned back. At that moment I heard some lovely dance sounds from the marina area. I turned right and walked closer to the music, which turned into a very nice melodic house. There was a wall, but the music was definitely coming from behind, so I sneaked around it on a sea cliff and I was in J

I sat into a comfortable armchair next to the pool and DJ and relaxed. There was hardly anybody in the club, but I spend the rest of the evening there anyway just chilling out and chatting with some Norwegians and club managers “on duty” J Nice end of the day!!

On Sunday I wanted to take a trip to Luxor, but I decided better to not take any chances. Idea of spending 10 hours in the certainly Russian bus to see some ancient ruins and tombs was not that attractive. So I spend another day in Magawish unsuccessfully praying for the wind.

My last morning I got up early, because of a good forecast, checked out and went to Magawish with all my stuff. And then it came. At 10 am gusty 14 knot wind hit the beach and I finally could borrow a 14m Naish Torch c-kite to try something new. Riding on a sand bank 500 meters from the shore was gusty and weird, probably because I’ve never been riding c-shape kite. I did some rather small jumps wondering why I don’t fly higher than guys on 12 and 11 meters!!

After an hour and a half, as suddenly as it came, wind dropped to zero and all kites fell from the sky like apples from a tree. There is a rescue service at the kite center, so me and some others got back with a boat. The others caught a gust after 10 minutes of swimming in the sea and reached the shore on their own.

I returned the kite and went back to my umbrella. “Nice…but too late and too little” I said to a couple of Slovak kiters Anci and Vlado. They were there already one week so they didn’t even nod.

Around 2pm gusty 15 knots returned and many kiters went back and were having fun with on their 12m. My orange express were sadly looking out of my already packed luggage. “I’m not lucky. I knew that the wind would be here. That’s why I arrived today!” said one German with a big portion of self-confidence. “Bullshit…forecast everywhere was crap until yesterday” I thought slowly sinking into the mood of bad luck, jealousy and sadness, that the next day I go to the office after one week, which I definitely could have spent better.

If I knew. If I wasn’t so into kitesurfing J

Small trip, big thoughts

Sometimes you’re up, sometimes you’re down, when you find that you’re down, just look around…

I was really getting into climbing lately. Doing 6c’s and practicing one 7a+ where I was getting further every week. As a stable part of UAE climbing community I’ve been given a chance to set up one route in The Wall. “Awesome. That would be my first route ever” I thanked to Feras and directly next Friday I spent 4 hours hanging on the sun and creating the green-hold monster. Because I didn’t have enough time I only hastily finished the last part and I tried to climb it for the first time next Monday. And exactly there above the overhang it was a bit harder than I thought. Motivated by others watching my first ascent of my route, I pulled hard on a small piece with my left hand and after a light crack in the finger I fell down. A typical climbing finger injury…stretched or partially ruptured tendon or ligaments and my days of climbing were over for a couple of weeks.

No climbing, no kiting also because no wind these days and I was getting restless. Tidy up the apartment, go shopping food supply, play some Magic Online are all important things, but not a proper replacement. And what to do at the weekend? Even bigger problem! OK then, let’s take the Metro and do Downtown and Dubai Mall, make some pictures and explore Dubai itself.

Weird, but you agree with me. If you live in one place, you always want to go outside saying that you can see the local stuff always. But after some time you realize that you didn’t go J

I like and admire the will and determination of the sheikhs to use all the oil money for being independent on them one day by trying to built an international commercial, business, tourist and transport hub. But their bad luck is that they have to build it from scratch and they don’t know how to build anything else than a mosque or villa. They want to change that fact by sending Emiratis abroad to gain experience and learn that there is more than one world. “I used public transport for a first time in my life. I’m so proud of myself” said in and interview one Emirati woman sent to Paris. But it will definitely take time ;)

The sheikhs have only a vision. So they pay foreign companies with know-how to make their vision come true. And new companies are founded with local top management to keep an eye on the vision and top level decisions, expats to do the thinking and cheap Indian labor to do the work. Sometimes not all the visions are technically possible!! But that is not what sheikhs want to hear. “What the heck! It’s not worth the hustle. In three years I’m gone anyway” says fixed contact bound expat engineer and makes it nice on the paper, but knowing that it will cause problems sooner or later. And everybody is happy J For now.

So a lot of beautiful projects with smaller or bigger flaws are created, like that there is not enough electricity to power up the lights, there are not enough access routes causing everyday traffic jams, sewerage network in underdesigned causing that the whole development stinks like shit or that your stay five minutes in the line for a ticket and five minutes to get to the train through counters.

Like almost everything here, the new Dubai metro finished on September has several superlatives. It is a longest metro built in one go, first metro in middle east region or the longest computer operated metro. So that beautiful sunny Friday afternoon I walked through a sandy construction site to the nearest metro station: Nakheel Harbour & Tower. Just for info, Nakheel is the biggest government connected Dubai property developer and Nakheel tower is the new projected highest building in the world surrounded by a brand new harbour of course. Nothing of that has even started. Sheikhs vision is wider than I thought J

I bought pre-paid ticket to avoid at least one queue and joined several tens of Indian and Pakistani families going to Mall of Emirates. I don’t know if the Metro was planned for people going to work from overcrowded and permanently jammed old town, for tourists to see all the Dubai prides or just to be the first who has done it…I don’t know, but the majority of passengers are Indians who have been given a cheap way to travel longer distances and enjoy the life more. Enjoying life in this case means going to a different mall or restaurant. A lot of passengers these days are also curious people willing to only experience this miracle for one day instead of taking the car. I was probably from a small third group using it for reason. I didn’t want to stay jammed in the center. Time will tell, after they finish all the stations and the second line, how many people are really using it.

It was for a first time I used it during the day. I have to say that I enjoyed it. I had time to see all the buildings and things from the flying fish’s view, because I didn’t have to pay attention to the steering wheel. I gained a better picture of what Dubai has, like all the villa and industrial areas hidden behind billboards. When walking to the mall I made some pictures of Burj Dubai and I actually for the first time in a year was closer to that 800m tower and could confirm that it is really high J The biggest mall in the world was as I expected. Huge building with tons of luxurious and expensive shops with basically no goods for me. No outdoor, no fantasy, no kites. I felt bored as fish in the big aquarium in the center.

But there were plenty of people walking around with bags full of clothes, just walking there because didn’t figure out anything better to do during the weekend or eating in one of several food courts. Weird was that they didn’t look bored as me. They liked that!

“Excuse me. Where is the bus stop to the Metro station? I don’t want to walk there again” I asked a Filipino receptionist. “Walking!!...” she replied in disbelief as she didn’t know what it was. After 10 minutes I found the bus, after 15 minutes the bus came and after 20 minutes we reached the metro, 1.5 kilometers further from the place where I asked for directions. “Damn…I could have been here twice already!!” I swore.

It was dark already when I was heading back. Seeing only street lights going to infinity, people going to have a nice dinner after whole day of resting at the pool or laughing while carrying bags full of new souvenirs, I thought about one thing. I can very well make the best of all the opportunities and options UAE offers to make myself happy and satisfied, but the way how I do it…”I somehow feel that I don’t fit here!”

Ferry story

Two windless weeks after I came back from Thai climbing which I spend with more climbing and writing about climbing, I felt that I desperately needed some kite action. With finishing project and closeout documentation which I have to manage, the days were busy and a single thought about splashing water under the board wanted me to escape.

Unfortunately the monsoon kite season in Oman is almost over and in Dubai is also nothing special. But I wasn’t the only one person feeling desperate so me and Marcin, after a tough decision because of the forecast not being very positive, we took a risk a decided to try our luck in 900 km far Masirah island in Oman. The place where is super strong wind…at least in the high season ;)

So we met on Thursday 10.9. after work at petrol station after Abu Dhabi and drove to Al Ain Omani border where we left Marcin’s car and continued with my blue lightning to the south. We took the inland route, where there are only few stretches watched by cameras and drove easy 160km/h most of the time though silent night desert with a village every 100km. Time flew quickly and around 2:30am we parked in a ferry port to Masirah with only one speeding fine!! Last time I got four, so there was an improvement ;) There was around 20 knots, so we hid behind the car, covered the gap under it with boards and kite bags and fell asleep on soft sand with hope that tomorrow could be the same as now.

We woke up at 7am when the first ferry from the island came and when Omani fishermen parked next to us and started to watch some fools sleeping in the dirt on the ground. The wind wasn’t that strong anymore, but it was still ok. We saw a ferry standing at the pier so we drove in. “When do we go?” we asked the captain. “We go when we are full or when another ferry from the other side comes” boringly replied the Pakistani guy. “It will take at least one hour” I said when looking on the deck where we stood almost alone. Wind kept dropping so we actually weren’t in hurry. We had a breakfast hidden behind the pier because of Ramadan and then watched a movie on my computer.

At 9:30 finally came a ferry from the other side so left. Maybe they were saving petrol when we weren’t completely full, but we rode quite slow so it took another 1.5 hour to get to the island. On Masirah island there is only one village, military base and few fishermen’s shacks spread along the coast…and desert, small dry hills and rocky shore with small sandy beaches…and wind. If you are lucky!!! We weren’t so we had to drive around the island a bit trying to find some windier spot. At 1pm we parked at the spot Marcin knew from before, sat down and were sadly looking on the flat sea.

But we didn’t that unlucky and with first stronger blows about an hour later we immediately revived, pumped our 12m kites and jumped in. The wind was quite gusty with long strong gusts and long gusts of low wind which was quite annoying, because these weak gusts were not enough for 12 meters we had. The most annoying, for Marcin, was that he ripped a strut of his 12 after one hour of riding and was left only with 8, which was way too small for the wind. Fortunately I had also my 14 so Marcin wasn’t left on the beach. It was funny to watch Marcin riding for a first time something that big, slow and different than his F-One J Nice riding until the dark.

After going back to the village for a shawarma dinner we put our sleeping bags behind a wind barrier on the beach made by windsurfers and went to sleep with a wish for stronger wind. 17 knots is ok, but 25 is much more fun. And you don’t want to drive 2000km for two evenings of Dubai like wind!!

But our apprehensions came true when the next day the peak wind was 15 knots for half an hour, which is almost not enough for my 12, so I spend the afternoon riding the 14 and Marcin was reading some papers for the office. Sad!!

And even for me was weird. Before I thought that I my new second hand 12m RRD is bad and useless, but after riding it the day before I realized that it is the 14m Slingshot I have to replace. Its slow speed, heavy bar pressure, nothing special upwind riding and tendency to fly only straight downwind and not up when in the air were in big contrast with the 12m RRD. So when we packed up at 4pm and were driving back to port, I was really thinking about how I solve my equipment J

We came to the pier and saw a ferry on the horizon which left 30 minutes ago. There were three another ferries docked, but empty. “When do you go mainland?” Marcin asked one guy on the boat. “We are done for today. Ask the next one”. “No more ferries today. 3am tomorrow I go” was the other captain’s response. “I need 10 cars and I go” said the last one. And then we were fucked!!

There were a lot of cars coming to the pier, but those were only Omanis doing Dar-Dar. Dar-Dar is an expression for a favorite activity performed by the locals and it consists just driving extremely slowly around the city without any destination and just wasting the time. And combined with another quality of Arabic people to talk about something that they have no clue of, like that they knew everything. So we ended up standing next to our car, foolishly hoping for somebody coming to share a ferry, because we didn’t want to pay for ten cars, and talking to locals driving by. “No worries..at 6pm a ferry goes. I am taking it every day” or “After Iftar (big dinner after sunset during Ramadan when all fasting Muslims can finally eat and drink) people will come. Now they will be eating. I will call me friend. He knows…” were some guaranteed information we had been given. So after our Iftar shawarma dinner we returned around 7pm to the port just to see ferry crews leaving to the village. “That is so funny J” we smiled and drove behind the village and slept covered by boards and kites in the dirt one more night.

Surprisingly at 3:30am the ferry was already full and going so at 5am we started our time pursuit drive back to UAE. “I hope that there are enough petrol stations on the way” I said and floored the throttle!! On completely straight and flat desert roads we almost didn’t feel that we were driving 200km/h and kilometers were flying fast. We even by coincidence discovered the fastest way through Oman by missing one turn and heading deeper to the desert making use of even more abandoned desert roads and zero cameras J We did 800km to the border in less than 6 hours and at 12:30am I was sitting in the office, nicely showered, in clean shirt and thinking that, when we go next year again for Masirah kiting we will “accidentally” miss the ferry againJ But for now…monsoon season is over so we stay in Dubai. And what will happen until the next season…who knows J