Tenshi was just telling me about a post of her friend who also cross-posted a friend's post about Dubai - I read it and I shared some similar stories which I heard or experienced myself. So we ended up talking about Dubai, the people here, the irritating stuff, the eyebrow knitting and eyebrow raising instances... and she told me that I should have told her about those stories! I guess, I just became so used to it.
So here comes the resolution, I will post Dubai stories -- the Slices of Dubai series, starting with a soft intro on impressions:
Dubai is a small world. I met Ye on my second day here (as I was looking for a job) and it turned out we came from the same university, same college and have even common friends. I've even found a relative I've never met before. I moved out of the room I've been renting recently and who moves in? My friend's cousin -- and we only found out the connection pretty recently. Another friend gets married (in Canada), and it turns out that one of his godmothers is a relative of one of our friends in Ajman.
One easily observed characteristic of Dubai is the blatant discrimination. You don't need to interact with anybody here to know that, all you have to do is open the classified ads. Jobs and even flat rentals are rated accordingly to nationality. Western-educated preferred. Looking for Indian Accountants. For UAE nationals only. Fit for British, South African nationals.
Speaking about flat rentals, it's so hard to get flats here, especially now that landlords are taking advantage and jacking up the prices to unbelievable figures. The goverment has responded by instilling measures such as rent caps but still, the prices are remain exorbitant. So, the cheaper majority of Dubai goes the route of 'sharing', which literally means sharing a flat (rooms can be divided into two with a makeshift partition - hence the other term 'partition room' or different groups of people can occupy the bedrooms and another set the hall) In my first year here, I've moved 5 times! In one of those moves, I got a phone conversation like this:
Me: Hello? I'd like to inquire about the room for rent?
Landlady (sounded Indian): Where are you from?
Me: Philippines
Landlady: For Indian only. No Filipinos, you wash too much!
Kalas. End of conversation. We wash too much. Indeed we do, we come from a country surrounded by water after all. It has become a joke here, you'd know if a person is Filipino if his/her hair is wet in the morning. But I swear, it's true! On the other hand, we can also be called a cheapskate, lazy nationality -- why? Well, wet hair means we did not invest the money and time in a good hair dryer (hehe).
Oh this is fun! I can write all day long about this. But I have to cut it now. That's just the intro to Slices of Dubai.