Skinflint's and Dieter's Guide to Al Ain Part 2

I remember the first time I saw a woman jogging on the streets of Al Ain. She was a western expat dressed in the kind of clothes that you would normally see a woman jogging in on the streets of London or New York. She was already trim and looked like she'd been doing it since she was out of nappies. What was strange was the reactions she was getting from passing drivers, especially the taxi drivers.

They'd slow down, opened mouthed, until realising that this lady could be a potential passenger. So they'd start to hoot and maybe even stop a few yards ahead, hazard lights a-blinking*, hoping that she'd hop in and even better, given them her phone number. You see it's so logical in their minds: an attractive 'gora' would run down the street in tight clothing in the hope she would attract one of those amazingly sexy cab drivers who would invite her into their car.

Yesterday I decided to don my baggiest t-shirt and my sloppiest jogging bottoms and go for a 'power walk'. I made sure my I Pod was cranked to a deafening volume to drown out hooting cabs. I took this photo half-way, it reminded me in some funny way of my childhood.

Anyway, I think I must've burnt off a few calories, blew some mind-cobwebs away and not spent a single fil.


*Hazard lights are over-used out here. Mind you, I think an Al Ain Taxi definately constitutes 'a hazard'