Essay 09 – Curry Lunches!

May 19, 2014

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Hey ho into battle we go.   Yes, I think I can safely say that we can give ourselves a little pat on the back as all is well in Apartment 603.  This well-being has come about because we are now receiving invitations to the young bachelor’s curry curry lunch 2lunch parties, which were held most Thursday lunchtimes and hosted by the boys from the Banking and Accountancy fraternity.   We were quite literally guaranteed to be propelled into the weekend at breakneck speed and quite often rendered rudderless,  like a molotov cocktail.  Thinking about it that’s properly what we were offered to drink!!




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Being with these boys always brought a smile to one’s face, they were bright, very funny always irreverent and their jokes were quite preposterous, at that time  making the best of what was on offer in Dubai  wasn’t always easy, but they usually found a way!

Much to my joy we then discovered that on Thursday nights at the Bustan Hotel there was what could only be described as a ‘hop’.thursday night out

The first time we were guided there by some of  the worse for wear bachelors, yes, those curry lunches carried on for hours and hours!!, but  by now Mike and I were going with the flow too and really didn’t bat an eyelid.  I’m quite positive this would never have happened in the UK a young married woman constantly being surrounded by young single men!! and maybe being a little flattered by all the attention!!,  perish the thought!!  Oh, the memory of it all.

We were not too sure as to what to expect on our first visit to the Bustan but I suppose it might have been akin to finding oneself in the Kingdom of heaven as we exploded into a large ornate room the likes of which we had never seen before, the chairs being upholstered in red velvet with heavy velvet drapes complete with sways at the windows, how plush.   I was to discover that the owners of the hotel were Lebanese, and in those days this type of décor was very much their style, me thinks it was a touch of the Versailles!!versailles

It sure seemed at odds with the young blades who were there enjoying a few beers and maybe, if lucky, a hop around the dance floor.  Mind you there was one mighty problem dancing partners were thin on the ground as there were few single girls in Dubai in those days.   I have to add that it was and still is forbidden in certain Arab countries to cohabit if you are not married, it maybe a little more lenient now in some quarters, but in those days it really makes me shudder to think what might have happened to the ‘guilty parties’ if they were rumbled!village dance

The very first time we went to this Thursday night ‘hop’ was a total amazement because of the number of people that seemed to be crammed into the room, all ex- pats, bachelor boys, hoping to find a single girl to whirl around the dance floor and lonely husbands whiling away the time until their wives returned from summer leave. We found it quite extraordinary as so many of them knew who we were, how was that?  We soon discovered it was because we were the newest couple in town, no it wasn’t fame, it emphasised just how small Dubai was in those days.

At long last we were to discover just how this town operated as we were now being taken under the wing of the old hands who knew a thing or two about survival.   Soothing words came my way from various summer bachelors, you will be fine once our wives return and it won’t be long now, they will get you organized, so ‘chin up’!!   Suppose it was our version of ‘carry on regardless’, what ever, it was an enormous breakthrough and a relief  to see lots of young happy faces, mind you that might have been because it was Dubai’s equivalent of  happy hour down at the pub and tomorrow, Friday was a holiday.thank god its friday 2

Friday’s was the day of rest and prayer, if you were a Muslim!  And a day of hijinks if you weren’t I think for us there was much more emphasis on ‘play’ and why not indeed we were like birds whose wings  had been clipped desperately trying to flee the confines of the ‘nest’ which was for us the apartment! .

After this introduction to the Bustan hotel for evening entertainment we then discovered that it could provide daytime entertainment too as it had a lovely swimming pool and two or three tennis courts so we now had a ‘Friday’ bolt hole, ‘el humdillah’, wonders will never cease!!anyone for tennis 2

There was just one stumbling block,  we had to forget that the temperatures were upside of 4Oc, it was either die of boredom in the apartment or of sunstroke at the pool, no contest really!  And to think we hardly donned a sunhat let alone slather ourselves with sun oil in those days, we would be for the high jump now in today’s politically correct world.sun block 2Little did we know that this was the real beginning of a far, far different way of life than the one we had left behind and one we would never have imagined possible a few months earlier before we were hurled onto this roller coaster and, I think, yes maybe we were warming to the theme?

Other people we met during those hot hazy days were some of the young Officers who were stationed at Sharjah, about 2O kilometers away over the desert  – They were either from RAF Sharjah or a small British Military contingent stationed alongside and then there were the dashing, mostly British, young Officers from the,  The Trucial Oman Scouts, affectionately known as the TOS – To receive an invitation to one of their curry lunches was deemed to have arrived, and  the first time Mike and I had the honor, I nearly fainted with excitement!

TOS Crossed Kunjas
The TOS were based in Sharjah and was primarily a desert based regiment initially called the Oman Levies. The bulk of the Regiment was made up of Bedouins recruited many from Abu Dhabi and the young Officers were seconded from the British Army and were in the main from mounted British Regiments, without exception they seemed to revel in their new found status of budding Lawrence’s of Arabia. lawrence of arabia

Noel Coward’s song, Mad Dogs and Englishmen Go out in the Midday Sun, could well have been penned with these pucca young chaps in mind.  TOS and Baharmi I am sure though that when he wrote this ditty he had no real idea of how true his words would resonate with these passionate young chaps who truly embraced this different type of soldering, loving the desert, happily replacing horses with camels as their mounts and generally having a true empathy with their men and conversing in Arabic when necessary.   Although, once in the Officer’s Mess normal service was always resumed

They were Officers and gentlemen through and through.

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Please be minded that I would so love some feed back on this Essay

Essay 10 will be published on Tuesday 03 June (a fortnight hence) –

Taking a week out to celebrate My Birthday!!!!!!!

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12 thoughts on “Essay 09 – Curry Lunches!

  1. Thoroughly enjoying these, bringing back so many memories – particularly extremely boozy curry lunches in the Officers Mess’s at TOS and UDF, Sharjah. Pranged Parents car coming back with Diana Duff from one – near the Bridge I ran into a Taxi and had to call Jack Briggs to the rescue!!

    Also remember several Officers hanging from the Fans as they rotated!! – looked like upside down tulips when they’d finished!!

    Could do with some date tags on your memwours – although I’ve been pretty accurate tying your memories in with mine.

    Can’t wait to get down to CPT tomorrow to read them with Mum – I’m there for 10 days then drive back to Knysna with John and Lindy Campbell who are staying a few days. I’ll make notes of Mum’s comments for you too!

    Just had another memory of Mum being whizzed up the Iranian Hospital Road in Dr Brian Dennison’s Morgan one night during one of Mum’s Dinner Parties – in those days ours was the 2nd House between Dubai and Abu Dhabi – Byron Green was next to us and was the last Dubai house; Col Tony Wallerstein (sp??) was on the other side and he and Dad each put ladders against the wall so they could join each other for Sundowners!!

    1. Pippa, How nice of you to write, what memories we share!! Mike too had an altercation on the Maktoum Bridge which necessitated a helping hand from Vic Aubrey too!!!

      You ask about dates, We arrived in Dubai May, l97O so these little Essays date from then, I should think we are comming up to Christmas l97O, there abouts.
      I look forward to Pam’s thoughts and her input too. Please give her all our love.
      Wallerstein was at school with Mike!!!!!
      Say Hi to Lindy and John, although we have seen them recently here. Have fun. xxx

    1. Thanks Carol, Never did like curry even in those heady days, give me a tomato sandwich any day!!!!!! xxx

  2. Brilliant Jan – you’ve really got into the swing of it now. I thought it was great fun and, I hope I am not being patronising, very well written.

    1. Penny, who is the STAR you or me!!! Thank you for those lovely words, no you are not being patronising, it’s all music to my ears – I’m really trying to very hard! xx

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