Back to our Abu Dhabi trip:
Heading out to dinner one night, we got everyone dressed, collected, down to the lobby and then we were headed to the parking garage when I heard a shout: “Hey!” and turned around to see eight men gathered around Calvin, picking him up off the floor. He was crying and had blood on his lip and I couldn’t figure out what happened to him until I saw the face-sized smudge on the glass doors. Since he had hydrocortisone cream on his face for his mango rash, he left quite a face-print behind.
The hotel had automatic glass sliding doors (the kind that are invisible) and as he was running to catch up with us he ran faster than the doors responded. I think he thought they were still open from when we walked through. Anyway, he hit with his face/lip/nose/knee and bounced off the glass and onto the floor.
Josh went and got an ice pack and after making sure he knew how many fingers we were holding up, we were on our way. And for the rest of our time there, every time we walked in or out and and saw his face print on the door we couldn’t help but laugh (Calvin too).
See the huge lump on his forehead between his eyes? He had quite a headache.
We went to a Lebanese restaurant for dinner and ate all sorts of great food. We also had pigeon which was just like a very small, bony, dark meat turkey. It was OK. I preferred the spicy grilled chicken kebabs and the sides like hummus and rocket (a green similar to arugula).
Calvin perked up considerably after some food and some Motrin. I don’t know why there is a statue of a Parisian chef outside a Lebanese restaurant . . . we were just playing around while waiting for Carter.
The next day we drove around town (in the evening once it cooled down some) and went to the Iranian sook (market). On our way there we drove by some jet skiers.
The Iranian sook was like a permanent flea market. This pictures shows all the couches that are covered with plastic to keep them from getting dirty. Those silver things in the background are cooking pots large enough to cook a human in. A cannibal’s dream. No kidding, I could take a bath in one and hardly feel cramped.
These guys were loading tons of watermelons from an old wooden boat into the back of a truck.
Here’s the boat with all the watermelons, ready to be offloaded.
If you took this picture, copied it, and put it side by side about 10 times, that is what the sook looked like. Not too exciting. Anyone need 50 million laundry baskets?