Out and About: Sharjah

'Walk-in's easy when the road is flat
Them danged 'ole hills will get you every time.
Yeah, the good Lord gave us mountains so we could learn how to climb'

Lonestar



As mentally promised, a short photojournalistic approach to my recent trip to Sharjah, the third largest emirate of the United Arab Emirates. Brunch at a local fast food cafeteria followed by a swift two prong attack (in two vehicles) of the linear settlement of container manufacturers alongst the road leading from Sharjah to Fujariah. Kids in tow together with a seemingly supportive husband as a cheerleader, Deena (our business partner) appeared undeterred in the heat of the scorching sun; exhibiting her bargaining propensities with the local businessmen. With a flick of her wrist and a cognitive exclaimation "It's too much.", she takes the cake EVERYTIME. Kudos to that lady.

Riding all the way from Sharjah to Al Dhaid, the landscape gradually took a change for the better. Evolving from the harsh dessert with random outplots of green patches to rocky outcrops rising to terrific heights in the distance. I was enthralled... finally... I felt at home. Not that I live near a mountain of sorts back home, but somehow, seeing the gentle undulation of the horizon sent a surge of endorphins thru my body. For once, I felt like I belonged.



We paid a visit to the infamous Friday Market boosting a strange assortment of merchandise. From fruits to plants to carpets of shapes and sizes, it certainly was sight to behold. Especially since its location; nestled between the hilly regions between rocky outcrops, seemed almost inconvenient to both shoppers and dealers. Still, the mini-town was a bustle of activity.



that's it for now. A short day trip to Sharjah and back. Below is a photo of Mohd ( deena's oldest), I wonder whether I'll get slaughtered for publishing this without her consent. *shrugs*.