Back in the U.A.E.
After we spent a month in Oman we returned to the U.A.E. We had planned to make a stop in Al Ain and visit some historical sites, but with temperatures above 45 degrees Celsius we could not be bothered to stay the night. So we continued our drive to Dubai and arrived early evening on the beach of Al Sufouh 1. Our main purpose to stop (again) in Dubai is to book the tickets for the ferry to Iran and to pick up the extension of the Carnet de Passage and the spare parts for the roof.
After another nice night on the beach, we did our laundry at Michael and Linda’s and ended up eating at Linda’s sisters place. After dinner, Serge offered us to stay the night as well and we gratefully accepted. The next day, we shopped for a new backpack at Dubai mall during the great annual discount weekend and succeeded. We organised a bbq at Serge 's house for and besides Serge and us, Linda and Michael, and also their friend Matti joined and we had an incredible nice evening. As we could not make the Sunday ferry, we stayed two more nights with Serge and his son and finished the first three photo albums of the trip.
Tuesday afternoon we said goodbye to Serge and drove to the port for an interesting experience. Although we had plenty of time, the way we bounced from office to shack to office and the exit process was far from smooth. Although the process is rather straight forward, we did not have a good click with our Indian ‘co-ordinator’. It took him about 15 minutes to reach our irritation threshold and at that moment, we had still no clear understanding of the process for the afternoon. It was a typical Indian thing… just talking, not listening and certainly not answering very straightforward questions... We were very glad when we were on the ferry with all our papers stamped. Well glad may be a bit exaggerated… It was certainly not the most luxurious ferry.
During the afternoon, we met an Indian couple that had just started their big ambitious trip around Europe from Dubai. They had a much better relationship with the Indian co-ordinator and were offered an empty staff room for the duration of the crossing. We had been chatting the whole afternoon and when they came down for dinner, they asked us if we would like to join them in their room. We gladly accepted and had a reasonable good night sleep.