Still playing the waiting game! It´s now over six weeks since we arrived in Dubai and we are champing at the bit to move into the apartment, at present its as if we have been shunted into a siding with no knowledge of when the next train will arrive, it’s like playing a game of chess but who is going to make the next move.
With Ali’s elbow grease and my newly acquired status as Memsahib, directing operations, the apartment is as ready to receive it’s two VIP tenants as it will ever be, except for one vital fact, our kit from the UK is still on board the ship which is somewhere off shore, so near and yet so far, and there is no news as to when it will be off loaded and delivered.
At long last, we received a smoke signal to say the shipment had been off loaded and was at the quay side waiting for coolies with their carts to be loaded up and trundled along the creekside to it’s final destination, our new home, what a thrill.
It took some time but eventually everything was delivered by this rag, tag and bobtail army of coolies, and I lost no time in unpacking , it was just like Christmas. It had been such a long time since I had last seen the contents of these boxes I had forgotten what had been packed in the first place except, of course, for the 5OO Jay clothes!!!… We were now ready to actually call Apartment 603, The Almulla Building, Creekside, Dubai our home for the foreseeable future, fond farewells were made to one and all at the hotel and off we trotted. Too good to be true, nothing is ever plain sailing and this little exercise was no exception, especially when you are trying to set-up home way out of your comfort zone and in temperatures that would literally have singed your eyebrows off!!
A note: Below, building on the right is The Almulla Building which was our ‘home from home, and the building on the far left The Rivera Hotel, where these adventures began all those years ago. Before you ask those tall buildings behind didn’t exist!!!!!!!
We hadn’t even been in the wretched place a day and were about to experience our first crisis, it was discovered that none of the air-conditioners were working, why, they had not been charged with any cooling agent, namely Freon gas, panic stations, without which they would not cool, boy, it really felt as if we were experiencing the full wrath of Dante, outside the temperatures were well above 4Oc and inside it was not much better – far too hot for comfort – Welcome to Dubai in July!!! Yes, this should have been checked but now we were stuck having moved out of the hotel we had to sit it out!
At this stage what should have been quiet euphoria having straddled the great divide from Surrey to down town Dubai relatively unscathed, was turning into yet another test of one’s metal. Far from being great I found myself rattling around the apartment, which was sparsely furnished and, dare I say a little inhospitable, with my wondrous purchases, eyeing me up and down saying when will you ever use me!!! I couldn’t have agreed more, yes, what was I doing with Waterford Crystal glasses, King’s pattern cutlery a bone china dinner service and all those cosmetics!! – At this stage, it was unimaginable that all would eventually be put to very good use and together we would bloom like the desert rose.
Yes, yet again I was a prisoner, doomed, but this time had no BOAC pals to jolly the situation along – Mike was away for what seemed like an eternity every day, we had no telephone and in those stone age days there was no radio or television in Dubai. About two weeks after we had moved in Mike informed me that he was going to Abu Dhabi for the day, a very long day and a very long way, this was to do a recce to ascertain whether it would be feasible for his enormous bitumen road tankers to transverse the route safely, in those days there were no roads just rolling sand dunes and the occasional subka track, I can testify it sure was a desperate Dan sort of ride!
Off he went and I passed the day waiting for his return. It got to about 9pm and I was stiff with fear – Where was he? Then there was a knock on the door, halleluiah, I cried but it was not Mike but his Driver who handed me a note which was from Mike saying he had collapsed on arrival in Abu Dhabi due to heat exhaustion and lack of salt and would return the next day by plane.
There just had to be a little bit of Bull Dog spirit lurking underneath this brittle surface of mine to enable me to cope with my first night alone in this desert kingdom not having a clue as to when I would see Mike again, or for that matter if I would ever see him again!!!
It transpired that the journey took over 9 hours in temperatures upwards of 4Oc, this toxic mix took it’s toll and heat exhaustion was the result. Now this was a salutary lesson, the body requires extra salt to withstand these high temperatures without which it is unable to function properly, that my friends is the understatement of the year!! A note, in those days we were issued with salt tablets which we were required to take every day over and above our normal intake, to enable the body to keep on an even keel.
Not bad going two sagas resolved now surely it will be full steam ahead without any more catastrophes, life might even settle into some sort of pattern, but I wasn’t holding my breath. It will be a question of taking each day as it comes hoping against hope that some progress has been made to enable our new life to fully blossom into that wonderous flower the desert rose – I think I might need to hold my breath though!!
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