In Abu Dhabi. This time as scheduled, 😜 I am now on a bus to Al Ain.
My eyes are struggling to adapt to this terrain. Having been saturated with the green of England, this looks so, so beige, all sand, not white, not yellow, just ‘blah’
So I sit and ‘gaze’ mindlessly travelling through scrubland, weary from an excruciatingly long flight.
Then, for a moment, I See, my eyes attuned; the curve of the freeway; a building moulded, bent, shaped; a minaret, curved, detailed, elegant.
At exactly the same moment, it blurs as if melting back into the sand. So I’m not sure of anything except the cold air conditioning of the impeccably clean bus.
I then see Nothing; as far as the horizon. This Nothing is messy after the manicured Devon fields, rocks, sand, scrub, a camel, all beige and scruffy looking, as if no one had been in to tidy for years.
My breath is suspended as some dunes appear – such beauty, soaring, orange, a sweeping curve reminding me of an eagles wing
This is a different place; I must sit up and take note.
Tourists please follow brown signs – I don’t see any brown signs – what does that mean? Where do the tourists go?
The roads are magnificent and everyone travels sedately, I notice. No one speeds (what’s the secret I ask myself? Chop off their wheels if they do😜)
Everyone moves quietly, almost elegantly, perhaps the beautiful sleek dress has something to do with it. The men stand tall, robed mostly in white – So white, so clean, so uncreased 😂. The women almost exclusively in black, from head to toe.
It is a ‘quiet place’