Abu Dhabi Part 1

Part A:
I’m back!
If Americans think that they’re loud, or if Europeans think Americans are loud, they haven’t met a group of Indians traveling on a train. I’ve never been around a louder group of people who continued to stay loud for the entire trip. Of course, they’re an exception; even many Indians were looking at them a little strangely. By the end of the ride they were standing on the seats, sitting on the backs of the seats, singing loudly, and had so much trash (food and wrappers) around their seats. I really wish my camera was in my handback instead of in my suitcase which was on the top racks. I’m sure they would have loved their pictures being taken. I did meet two families, one man tried to speak to me in his broken English, introduced me to his wife and son, took some pictures and then introduced me to his friend. His friend then proceeded to introduce me to his wife and daughter and said they were going to the same stop on the local train so we should travel together. They got into the general car (as opposed to the women’s car). I was only happy that it wasn’t too crowded. We parted ways when we got to Khar.
I went to the capoeira class just to meet Priyankka who took me to the airport. I called the airline that morning to make sure my flight wasn’t cancelled. We stood at the screen to read the sign of where I should go and it was in Marathi – even she doesn’t read Marathi (only Hindi). When the English came on my jaw dropped as I read the word cancelled. I couldn’t move. I was beyond upset. Of course I went, but it’s how I went that makes me me and my travels special. Unless you have tickets you cannot enter the airport at all, so Priyankka had to leave me outside. She left me with words of confidence saying that everything would be fine.
I walked up to the desk and said that I had to get to UAE and I was on the Abu Dhabi flight. They kindly informed me that the flight was cancelled, but as I overheard the person before me, I asked to be switched to the Dubai flight. After waiting on two lines, everything was taken care of – at least to get there. I would have to go to the office in Abu Dhabi to figure out how I was getting home. I’m having another one of those moments where I feel like I shouldn’t post something, but then feel that I should in order to maintain the authenticity of my blog. I didn’t bring certain forms with me. I figured a stamp in my passport saying that I was here on an employment visa would be sufficient. If anything I would have a problem getting back. While stepping through immigration they asked me for my registration forms. I didn’t have them. What works about India, is that as a country, the people are flexible. I called a friend from my office who went to the office (at 11:00pm) to scan my paperwork and send it to my email account. I wasn’t sure if this was going to happen on time; a few tears fell down my face. Finally, the papers came through and we went to a computer in one of the offices in the airport. The customs or security guy took a picture with his phone in case no one believed me that he saw the pictures. They stamped my passport and I ran down to the terminal.
I hadn’t eaten anything in over 10 hours so my emotions were a little heightened. The flight was about an hour and a half late to board. I stuffed a vegeburger into my mouth and waited by the gate trying to figure out how I was going to contact Alex to let her know that I was arriving the next morning in Dubai. Another really nice thing about India is that people are really nice. While talking to someone about the flight, I kindly asked to use his phone, as mine had stopped working for some reason (something not so nice about India). He let me call my friend to say thank you for sending the documents. Someone else came over to ask about the flight as well. After we started talking he offered for me to let me use his phone to call Alex. After several calls everything was sorted and we waited to board. While waiting I found out that both of them work and live in Dubai. One had lived there for 5 years, the other for 2. They were both having issues finding a wife. By the way, their names are Aditiya and Avinash. No one wanted to move to Abu Dhabi and no one wanted to marry someone who worked in Abu Dhabi and then stay in India. This is not just their problem, but several Indians who work abroad. I tried to explain to them that the women were right. Who wants to marry someone who they don’t really know to go to a foreign land with a different language (if they don’t speak English) with no friends? They completely understood, but it’s a hard balance they have. They make much more money abroad and it’s much easier to provide for their families.
The plane did not go to Abu Dhabi or Dubai though. First, it had to go to Delhi where there was an hour layover. I woke up at some point during the layover to realize there were now people sitting next to me. I woke up again at the end of the flight as we landed in Dubai.
My new friends waited for me to exit the plane (I told you Indians were nice!). We all shared a taxi to the bus stop in Dubai and they said that it was time for breakfast. I was very anxious to get to Abu Dhabi, but couldn’t refuse. It would have been too rude. We had an Indian breakfast. I also had this avocado shake. It was amazing. I miss avocados. After breakfast they put me on a bus and I said goodbye to them. The man sitting next to me promptly asked me a lot of questions, but I was also eager to sleep. He was also from India but was living in Dubai for many years. There were two English/Arabic speaking girls in front of me – originally from Saudi Arabia but lived in Canada for a very long time. They were in UAE for vacation. It was nice to speak to someone else about the differences between there and the Americas.
I’ve been writing this in breaks throughout the day, and I have to get back to work now, so I’ll continue my story later tonight from home.

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