Ashley's Arabian Adventure

I have a multitude of taxi stories and I thought I should document them. My friends here all think they are hilarious, but I think I little bit of background might be necessary to think these are funny if you don't live here. So here's the rundown on taxis here. Girls sit in the back and don't talk other than to give directions and boys sit in the front and chat it up with the driver the whole way. The driver might try to take you the long way so that you have to pay more or he might just want to get you there and get pissed if you direct him a long way. When you pay with bills and need change back the driver will probably round down your change and give himself a tip, but every once in a while they round the other way. Sometimes they act like they don't realize you wanted change back and then try to shame you when you ask for it. Not having exact change pretty much assures a taxi situation.

I am often in a taxi alone and being a girl, this can go several different ways. It is totally inappropriate for the driver to talk to me about anything other than where we are going. Since I am white, I think they feel like I might not be aware of this and it is okay. If the driver is nice and the conversation is reasonable, I might talk with them just to practice Arabic. Usually I pretend I don't hear them and look out the window. One of their favorite questions is "Are you Russian?" To this I always emphatically reply "No!" and do not respond to anything else they say. This pretty much means "Hey, are you a prostitute by chance?" So there's the overview and here are the stories.

Most recently I was getting out of a taxi and thought the meter said 75. So I gave him 75 exactly and he started yelling at me. I didn't really know what he was saying, but I realized that he was not happy with the amount I gave him. I told him "I gave you 75" and he continued yelling and told me that the meter said 78. No one here ever uses pennies and rounding up and down to the nearest 5 is perfectly acceptable everywhere. So the 3 cents definitely was not worth getting angry about. Anyway, I suddenly remembered that I had oddly been given pennies back in my change the day before and hoped there were 3. When I opened my wallet and saw that there were exactly 3, I gladly pulled them out and handed them to him. His response to this was to was to yell even more. He of course expected me to give him another 5 or 10. This easily made my day.

A while back I was in a taxi on a three lane road that had four lanes of cars actually driving on it. As we were coming to a place where we needed to turn left he ended up all the way in the right lane since that line was shortest. I was curious as to where he thought we were going, but as the light turned green I saw that he knew where we were going and we did indeed turn left from the rightmost lane. Love it.

One time I was on my way home from work and the guy took me this crazy long way home. As he started to go a way I didn't want him to go I told him to turn and he refused. I was a little worried, but he kept telling me "No problem, no problem." By the time we got there, it ended up costing almost twice what it normally does. I told him that he took me the long way so I was going to pay him what it always is. I gave him the money and got out and he screamed at me out the window as I walked to my door. I was really scared and looked out the window of my apartment to see if he was still there. He was. He sat there for like 10 minutes and he knew where I lived. Eventually he drove away, but I kept thinking maybe I should have just paid him what he asked for. I hate getting ripped off with the skin color tax though.

I could tell a whole lot more, but I think that's good for now. Hope you enjoyed another aspect of life in the Middle East!

Yesterday I spent time with Arabs pretty much all day. That's always a good thing, but I wanted to barf by the time I got home. For lunch I had two huge plates of this rice dish with what looked like swamp water poured over it. You have to honor them by eating tons of their food. After the late lunch, I had an early dinner with another friend. And since she chose the restaurant and was paying I had to eat a whole plate of pasta. Then we went to her house to watch a movie and meet her family. Because I was coming over her mom and sister each baked a cake. So then I had to eat two pieces of cake and have a huge glass of juice, as well as a cup of tea. When I woke up this morning I was still full. But I got to talk about good stuff with my friends so it's worth it!

Pwn is a word typically used by my male coworkers. They tend to use it to describe the culture we live in quite a bit. My favorite might be the force-pwn. Driving in this country is pretty redonkulous, but we have noticed some trends. When someone sticks their hand out the window and angled slightly down, they can do anything they want. Everyone else must stop and let them go. This is what has been termed the force-pwn. One of my Arab coworkers said it to me and I almost fell out of my chair laughing. The creator of this term had taught it to him and hearing an Arab use ridiculous English slang is always hilarious.

Middle Eastern culture is all about saving face. This means that people will tell you that they are going to do something or that they will be somewhere, but they really have no intention to do so. I have yet to figure out how to tell how serious they are. Sometimes they will seem really interested and really serious about it, but they don't do what they said they would do. This is what I have termed the "culture-pwn." The term has been adapted to cover a lot of aspects of Arab culture. Arabs are always 15-30 minutes later than what is said. If someone tells me they will have something done in 20 minutes, it will probably be at least 30. When you believe that it will actually be 20 minutes, you have been culture-pwned. I have started asking people if they mean really 20 minutes or Arab 20 minutes.

Okay, all that setup to tell you I got culture-pwned really badly this week. I went to the mall to get this glass plaque thing made to give as a thank gift at a conference I helped plan. I gave the guy the logo and the text I wanted and watched him try to get the plaque designed in photoshop. He was doing a terrible job and spelling everything wrong anyway, so I asked him if I could just do it. That was fine so I went behind the counter and fixed it. After that ridiculousness he told me it would be ready in 30 minutes. I immediately asked if that was 30 minutes for serious or 30 minutes Arab. He said it was really 30 minutes so I waited. When I came back he told me it would be another 20 minutes. I don't even get upset about things like that anymore, but I had to go so I told him I would pick it up the next day. Well it turns out that they didn't finish it that night. They also don't work on Fridays (but there was someone at the store?). So Friday, the day before we needed it, they told us that it would not be ready. We got royally culture-pwned. Dang it.

Apple Introduces Revolutionary New Laptop With No Keyboard

Watch this video and then read this article:


This little blurb was published in a legit and well respected magazine here. Did someone really think that video was real news? I have no words.

I decided to do a little further investigation though, and actually made a few phone calls to the magazine. The first time the author was in a meeting. The second time, I was hung up on as soon as I asked for him. When I called back after that no one would answer. Hmmm...

Permission to Speak Freely

It's been a long time since I have been a part of an American fellowship, but I think that all groups struggle with this mask issue. We go on Sunday mornings and try to portray ourselves in a certain way and hope no one sees through it. It's no wonder we aren't growing! Shouldn't it be a place where we can take the walls down and truly love each other? Shouldn't we want to help each other with these issues and problems instead of judging each other? Especially since we all struggle with these things! Check this out and see how much you can relate! What can we do to change this about our fellowships?

PS- There are a lot more confessions here.

It's still Ramadan and so I thought I had this genius idea. I wanted to get a taxi pretty close to iftar and go through the drive-thru at Popeye's. Then I could get my roommate and myself some chicken for dinner since we had no food in the house. So, in my best Arabic, I tell the taxi driver that I want to go to my house in this part of town, but first I want to go through the drive-thru at Popeye's. He says something back that includes something like Popeye's and where I told him my house was and I agree. I realize we are getting really close to my house and we never went to Popeye's, but I decide I might as well just go home and I can get something delivered. So we get to the landmark I had told him I lived by and he asks me "wayn bobeye's?" or where is Popeye's? There isn't a "p" sound in Arabic so they use a "b" sound. He thought I told him there was a Popeye's by this landmark, and unless he is new to the city, I'm sure he knew there wasn't. Oh well.

So I get home and I decide Burger King sounds better anyway. So we call and order our food and they tell us it will be an hour. I thought that was probably good since I wasn't super hungry yet anyway. My roommate and I watch last night's episode of The Office and she gets in the shower. My phone rings and I don't recognize the number, but I go ahead and answer. Some Arab man says something that I don't understand so I tell him he has the wrong number and hang up. He calls a couple more times and I finally answer again. I decide to try to understand him this time and after he said it about five times, I realize that he is saying "Burger King." I suddenly remember that we had ordered food and explain where my apartment is located in the building. That was pretty embarrassing. What an adventure for some dinner.

As an extra tidbit, I have to share my roommate's dinner story from the other night. She went to restaurant and wanted to order the smaller burger. They told her that since it was Ramadan she was much too hungry to eat the small burger and she had to order the bigger one. She tried to argue but he maintained that there was no way she could possibly order a small burger during Ramadan and decided what she wanted to eat for her. SO Arab.

Today I was sitting around reading random junk on the internet and I stumbled upon this. After reading this for about an hour and laughing my head off, I realized that this must be what I sound like in Arabic. If I'm lucky. FML

Iftar is the breaking of the fast at sunset every night during Ramadan. Families get together just before sunset and have the table set and they are ready to eat right when the call to pryer sounds. Usually the ladies of the family have been cooking all day long, but never eating or drinking anything.

Last night the family down the hill invited me over for some taco salad before iftar. When we heard the call we decided to take a walk. It was almost creepy how still and quiet it was outside. Even all the guards in our neighborhood had disappeared to go break the fast. All we could hear were the forks clinking on the plates as people were eating. Also, the temperature is wonderful right at sunset. It was the perfect time for a walk.

I have heard stories about what iftar looks like in a restaurant. Everyone has their food a few minutes before and they hover over it with fork and knife in hand, ready for the call. Sometimes they even have a cigarette ready to light. Tonight I am going to go check it out for myself.

Last night I went to my first Arab wedding and it was so much fun! Other than trying to figure out the greeting kisses and old ladies speaking Arabic super fast like I could understand them, it was really great. As you can see in the picture here, it was pretty cheesy and reminded me a lot of prom. Well minus boys, I suppose.

So here's how it went down. It "started" at 5:00, so we showed up a little before 6 and the bride and groom showed up a while after that. They stood outside of the girls' room while the ladies of the family all danced in front of them in this circle. Then they came inside and went on the stage and sat on this throne-like thing. At some point they did the rings, but it wasn't really like announced or anything. Then they danced with the smoke and all that jazz. After a while everyone joined in and they went to sit down. They went and sat on the stage and then came back to dance again several times and when they weren't dancing all of the ladies were. After a this went on for a while the groom left and most of the coverings came off. The ladies were in everything from prom dresses to jeans. I saw my roommate's language teacher's hair for the first time and I was really surprised at how pretty she was when she wasn't in her abaya and scarf. I got dragged out on the dance floor by her and her mom several times. I showed off some of my belly dancing skills and was later informed that her whole family was looking at me. I'm glad I didn't know that at the time!

After a while the guys came into the room and all the coverings went back on. They wheeled in this massive cake with nine or ten tiers. The best part was that it also had sparklers on it. The couple then had to cut every tier with a sword. We ate some cake and then there was some awkward dancing with the guys in the room. Girls can only dance with guys they are related to and it was a bit awkward to see brothers and sisters dancing like that. When we were ready to go we had to go congratulate the bride and groom. That was where the awkward kisses came in. I was not warned ahead of time how that works and I was trying to figure it out and speak Arabic at the same time. It didn't work out so well, but I guess that's when it's good that I am obviously a foreigner!

There are a few more pictures from the wedding on fb if you want to check them out.

A couple of weeks ago I decided I should go ahead and get LASEK since it's so much cheaper here than in America. I had the surgery today and everything went well, but I experienced a lot of Arab-ness along the way.

When we discussed prices it turned into a negotiation. Silly me, I figured this was one of those things that had a pretty set price. Then we discussed what I would need to do for the surgery. The doctor told me over and over that I would not be able to do my eyebrows for a while so I needed to go have them done the day before surgery. Apparently eyebrows are serious business around here. For my checkup appointment right before surgery she told me to come in after lunch. What time is that exactly?

Today was full of even more Arab culture experiences. The doctor told me to be there at 8:15 and was pretty insistent that I be on time. I was even early. That was dumb. I waited for her for a while. As the waiting room kept filling up, it was like a game of musical chairs to make sure a woman didn't have to sit next a man she didn't know. Definitely cultural. When we finally went back, she was the only one with good English and she wasn't really around. The nurses were telling me to do things in Arabic and I was pretty much guessing about what was going on. Then when it came time to pay, it went down like a shady drug deal. I went in this tiny room with one of the murses and he took the money and scurried away. I was later asked if I would like a Valium. Um, sure. It ended up making me sick and I passed out after the first eye. But when I came to, I was answering in Arabic. Holla!