Until a few years ago, I had fondly
believed that talking about the weather was an exclusively British pastime. It
came as something of a surprise when I arrived in Saudi Arabia, to find that the
Saudis enjoy a spot of weather-talk too. When I say a ‘spot’, I mean a large,
precipitous blob.
Sandstorm outside the office |
During my first few months, the sunshine
was constant, heat unbearable and skies persistently blue. Conditions, it has
to be said, which fostered little creativity in the weather-talk department.
One morning however, while England
would have been enjoying mellow fruitfulness, a sandstorm brewed outside the
office window. I had a meeting that day in another office, about a 500 metre
walk away. I set out. We British after all must sally forth without let or
hindrance, particularly when to hop behind the wheel in Saudi would have attracted 50 lashes. My Saudi colleagues bid me farewell in the mode of
Shackleton's relatives. For 24 hours after my foray, I experienced an odd
crunchiness around the teeth, my eyes itched and I had to send every layer of
clothing, from Abaya* fleshwards, to the (extortionate) hotel laundry from
whence they never emerged.
Jeddah during flood |
By February that year, talk in Saudi had
turned to rain. For two years prior to my arrival, there had been floods around
the building. Rain is a recent phenomenon in the Middle
East, and the infrastructure has ignored its arrival. As we
entered the danger period, iPhone pictures were circulated showing floating
cars in the car park and swirling water where the steps should be. At the first
sight of a puffy, white cloud, my colleagues would head for home.
Three men in a boat |
While alone in the building after one such
exodus, I had a poke around to see what I could find. In the basement, I found
a boat. When I enquired, I was told that the boat was to evacuate the ladies. On
further investigation, I discovered that the year before, the (few) ladies were
stranded in the office overnight; so anxious were the men to save themselves
that they nicked the boat.
Three ladies not in a boat |
In that moment, it became clear why Middle
Eastern men enshroud their women in impractical clothing, preventing both clear
sight and free movement. It is to enable the men to run faster and secure
'first dibs' in emergency rescue situations!
Luckily, no such nonsense in Europe where this year, we are all shocked by the
devastation wrecked by unusual weather. We pray to Allah (or any other power,
whom we find preferable) for the safety of all in its wake.
*See To buy and Abaya - 2013
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ReplyDeleteThis was hilarious Clara. Thank you for making my day!
ReplyDeleteSo glad you enjoyed it. Best wishes.
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