Ramada to Ramadan

One day you're in a broken down Ramada Inn in Texas. The next day you're in a beach resort during Ramadhan in the United Arab Emerites.

The heat here is serious. I change my shirt at least three times a day. It is 36 degrees celcius plus humidity here in Fujairah, UAE. Even at night.

I arrived late in the evening to the Dubai airport a few nights ago. Vinay, the driver from the hotel, and I stopped for a chicken shawarma en route, the first of many. Stops that is. We stopped for spicy tea. We stopped to look at carpets. We even stopped for a donkey. It was strolling along the highway divider, oblivious to the danger.

I went for a swim in the Indian Ocean. It was the warmest water I've swam in. It was like a warm bath, it's possible that the water was warmer than the air.

I've tried arabic coffee, turkish coffee, shisha, and Emereti food that is similar to Lebanese food, that is, like a combination of Greek food but with Indian spices.