Bowlings Abroad

School years are cyclical, even remotely. You begin the year on an emotional high. But at some point and rather predictably, the buzz and newness wear off and everyone’s energy level dips a bit. The answer to this at our school is fall break. It’s like spring break, but ten weeks into the school year. Last year, we spent fall break in Istanbul, but thanks to the coronavirus (Ms. Rona, you really suck) like in our last post, we kept it domestic.

While our home emirate of Abu Dhabi is actually the largest emirate in the UAE, Dubai is by far the most densely populated (thanks to its popping metropolitan area) and it is home to not only a thriving city but some incredible natural sites. Hope plotted a perfect route via E11 to E102 which eventually dropped us down into the town of Hatta, situated in the Al Hajar mountains, just two minutes from the Omani boarder.

Whenever we go on a road trip, we have a habit of listening to audiobooks or extended podcast series. This summer we drove up and down the Puget Sound listening to Slow Burn: David Duke from Slate. The sweet spot is an engaging narrator and something that blends levity and social commentary (yes, we’re nerds). This go-round, we downloaded Eddie Huang’s Double Cup Love which perfectly filled our 5 hours of expected roundtrip drive time.

So we packed our roller bags (and yes, Hope did bring the kitchen sink because--why not when you aren’t limited to kg and overweight baggage charges) and hopped back in the Micra. As we rolled along, high rises soon gave way to sand. One of our favorite things about driving in the UAE is the stark contrast between the highly modern freeway system that divides the desert. The contrasts are wild. One moment, high rises, ten minutes later--camels!

En Route

Because Nate loves dams but hates research, I meticulously planned our route to Hatta to stop along 3 of the 114 dams in the UAE. What I did not anticipate was the fact that there might not actually be water in many of the reservoirs at the moment. Thus, my surprise when we found ourselves off-roading in our subcompact across a rocky dirt road to what Google declared a “tourist” site only to discover wandering camels and some palm trees.

IMG-20201013-WA0016 (1).jpg — Hatta

Al Hajar mountain range

After winding our way through the mountains, we dropped into the unassuming town of Hatta--a popular destination for domestic tourists. It reminded us of Moab, the town outside of Canyonlands National Park. Hatta offers an opportunity to camp, hike or enjoy water activities at Hatta Dam. For a town with a population of only 12,000, Hatta’s food scene is popping. From Syrian and burgers to Italian food, you can always find something delicious to eat.

Still feeling like 95F was a dash too hot for a hike we opted to drive around town noting the traditional-style grocery stores, a cultural heritage site, several beautiful mosques, and a Honey Bee Discovery Center.

As the temperature dropped, we climbed up a small hill at Fort Hatta and basked in that golden hour lighting.

Usually Nate hates water based activities, but on the last day I sweet-talked him into renting a shaky paddle-boat. He struggled because the seats were too close to the pedals, driving his knees nearly under his chin. We peddled our way across the reservoir, mostly laughing and secretly grateful for the lifeguards patrolling in their motor boats.

Unlike some places (where we may be citizens), the Emiratis take this Covid thing very seriously. In order to re-enter Abu Dhabi we needed a negative PCR test within the last 48 hours. So we went for a test and some quality time in Dubai. We stayed on the Palm Jumeirah, not realizing its massive size and how far away it actually is from everything else in the city. Think about that time you stayed at the Hard Rock Hotel in Vegas and realized you had a 25 min cab ride to get onto the strip.

The drive inland did not put a damper on our culinary exploits. The Secret Garden for a late lunch, Pai Thai for dinner, Puerto 99 for brunch, and eventually Hope crying over mutton xiaolong bao at Din Tai Fung.

Needless to say, we felt lucky to escape the grind for a few days, and grateful to live in a country with excellent healthcare and public health programs. Things aren’t normal—there is still a virus, but government competence and the levels of testing give us a modicum of confidence. It’s not life as usual, but we feel safe here and that’s priceless.