Monday, August 25, 2014

Gifts of Our Ancestors

Gifts of Our Ancestors


The Yanomami people of Venezuela traditionally did not make stone tools. But sometimes when they were digging around making a garden they would find a stone axe and say, "Ah, this was left here for me by my ancestors. Thanks, ancestors."

They're half right about the ancestors. The axes were made by more sophisticated farming and civilised cultures that lived in the area and had cleared most of it for farming. About five hundred years ago European diseases arrived at the coast. Outpacing European exploration, transported by bucket brigade tribe to tribe, they atomised the society before Europeans could even encounter it, doing so with such thoroughness that today most people look at the area and imagine it was always Amazonian rainforest.

I think Iceland has a similar relationship with can openers. Everyone claims to own one, and shops will happily sell you things in cans, but no shop will sell you a can opener. I assume they were all captured in Viking times and have been handed down ever since. "With this your ancestor Haakon Brown-Britches defeated the great warrior Andy Warhol, of the Campbell clan..."

I finally found a can opener in a shop that didn't sell anything in cans.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

You Take the High Road and I'll Take the Low Road

You Take the High Road and I'll Take the Low Road


Scotland is commonly divided into the lowlands and the highlands and isles. In the public consciousness the lowlands are then thrown in the bin. As far as the rest of the world is concerned, Scotland is the highland culture - glens and lochs, clans and tartans, insane charges with claymores and doomed romantic rebellions. "Scotland" and "highland" are almost synonymous.

But the importance of the Scottish highlands to the world outside can be largely summed up as "nuisance". It's the Scottish lowlands that actually matter to world history - Edinburgh as a centre of learning and innovation, Glasgow as a centre of industry. Adam Smith, John Logie Baird, Alexander Fleming, Alexander Graham Bell, James Clerk Maxwell, James Watt and so many others have made the Scottish ethnicity something that crops up in history the way Jews and Greeks do. The people who dragged the world, kicking and screaming, into the industrial age.

That we care so much about one and so little about the other is a sad comment on the inadequacy of our geekiness. You take the high road - I'll take the low.

Monday, August 18, 2014

Tuesday, 5th August - Abu Dhabi to London to Edinburgh

Tuesday, 5th August - Abu Dhabi to London to Edinburgh


The flight to London is far less horrible than the one to Abu Dhabi. I watch some of the recent muppets movie, which disappoints me, and all of Winter Soldier, which is surprisingly good. We don't get out of the airport at Heathrow but head straight to Edinburgh. We have a good shared-taxi conversation with a mother-and-son from Hawaii.

Adeline has booked us into someone's home using Air BnB. The bed's really a bit small for two and the shower is of the usual low British standard. But the location is excellent, the hostess seems nice and beggars can't be choosers - we booked in late during the fringe festival and have to take what we can get.

Travel basically killed the whole day. I try to avoid that but it happens sometimes anyway.

Monday, 4th August - Whatever the Desert Between Abu Dhabi and Al Ain is Called

Monday, 4th August - Whatever the Desert Between Abu Dhabi and Al Ain is Called

You can't go to the United Arab Emirates and not see the desert. At least I assume you can't. We'll spend an evening on it.

"It's a little up and down," they warn us as we get into the back seat of the four wheel drive. That's a slight understatement. The convoy of vehicles follow each other down into the valleys between the dunes and then need to get up the next one which means an S-shaped waggle and gunning it down thirty-degree slopes. A couple of times I ask them to stop for a few minutes. The second time I stand by a fence wondering if I'm going to vomit. I'm not usually all that susceptible to motion sickness, though I was as a child. Being in the back seat made everything much worse.

Afterwards we have dinner and some non-traditional belly dancing and an absurdly brief camel ride. This last is interesting from the point of view of being on the camel's back as it kneels down and stands up.

But it's basically an attempt to construct a tourist attraction out of nothing. We could have missed this without any great loss.

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Monday 4th August - Abu Dhabi - Grand Mosque

Monday 4th August - Abu Dhabi


This morning we check out Abu Dhabi’s biggest attraction, by several meanings of “biggest” - the Grand Mosque, aka the Sheikh Zayed Mosque (there isn't much not named after Sheikh Zayed, founding president of the UAE and an Abu Dhabi boy). It's apparently the third-largest in the world, though I'm not sure what the criterion is since Wikipedia seems to have differing opinions. All white, built around a courtyard with lots of pillars and onion domes of various sizes. I'm expecting to be separated from Adeline when we get to the prayer halls but it turns out those are muslim-only so we we're both in the main hall at the same time though still separately because we'd got into that mind space. Adeline has to wear a cloak-with-hood and it's synthetic so unpleasantly hot.

I don't have words for this place. It's huge and ornate but I suppose you guessed that. When the Russians were deciding whether to adopt Christianity or Islam they went to Hagia Sofia in Constantinople and said later, "We were not sure if we were in heaven or on Earth." Take away my blasé well-travelledness and secular skepticism and I guess I might have had that reaction, it just seems unnaturally large and from memory it's roughly of a size with, say, the Blue Mosque in Istanbul. The decoration includes a lot of semi-precious gems and pictures of plants. Compared with a large Christian church it feels minimalist - Christians seem to have felt obliged to fill every corner of a big church with a piece of art and not worry much about unity of style. This place is very much the work of one mind.

There weren't many people there at the time, all tourists, alas no information provided.

Afterwards we get paranoid about our flight to London and go to the airport stupidly early.

Sunday 3rd August - Dubai

Sunday 3rd August - Dubai


First thing to do on arriving in Abu Dhabi is leave and go to Dubai. Actually this isn’t such a bad idea in general - most of the interesting stuff to see seems to be in Dubai, which is also the city it’s easiest to admire - its rulers built it up as a business centre without the benefit of vast oil revenues.

The hotel recommends the hotel taxi at 225 dirhams (about 3.5 dirhams to the Aussie dollar). The concierge assures us the bus will cost about 160. It actually costs 25 each.

The bus seems to be getting us there very efficiently along the UAE’s overgrown freeway system. (Which is huge. Seriously, the place looks like someone transplanted all Los Angeles' roads and ten percent of its buildings then took away its water supply.) But once the bus arrives in Dubai it refuses to stop at any of the interesting places we pass, preferring to have only one dropoff point at the far end of town. Fortunately the metro turns out to be a very good way to get around Dubai as long as you’re going along the coast. How you get to the inland suburbs I don’t know.

We’re always bumping into British people who have come to the UAE for vague reasons they can’t explain. Sometimes, “because it’s different,” which I suppose it is, though the reason makes less sense from someone visiting for the tenth time. One tells us it’s impractical to get up the Burj-al-Khalifah (“tower of the caliph”, by far the tallest building in the world) unless you book way ahead so we decide to just look at it from the outside and scout some malls.

Dubai mall is, allegedly, the largest in the world. I don’t know whether to believe this, but it seems a good size. To get to it from the central bus station we have to brave the UAE climate for a minute or so walking to the nearest metro. Then it’s all air-conditioned - every time the train’s doors open and close there’s a puff of hot air that’s been dragged into the station by the train, but the air conditioning vanquishes it in seconds. At the Dubai mall station there’s a tube that takes you to the mall and the Burj-al-Khalifah, again air-conditioned, and it has travelators. Combined with the exposed structural member architecture it’s a lot like being in an airport.

If you have environmentalist or energy-saving principles you may not want to come here. The people of Dubai are marching proudly towards complete indifference to external conditions, and hang the energy consumption. Tne weirdest feature is the combination of high rise and big gaps between buildings, I mean, why? One person I asked thought it was just prestige but didn’t know for sure. If I owned a big office or apartment block I’d build a travelator walkway to link it to a main travelator walkway that linked a metro with a mall. In time this system should link everyone to everyone. And then we shall be a sort of above-ground morlock.

Adeline is a big zoo fan so I suggest we check out the “underwater zoo and aquarium”. It’s not clear to me what the difference is between an underwater zoo on the one hand and an aquarium on the other, but either way the place is kind of awesome. It’s apparently the largest indoor contained water in the world - I guess the outdoor record holder is a dock for building oil tankers or something like that - and it’s packed with interesting and charismatic species - a giant Pacific octopus, cichlid fishes, a giant crocodile they kidnapped from Cairns (I think I heard about this when I was in Cairns), all sorts of stuff. The Humboldt penguins got fascinated by our tickets - black and white, a bit like a penguin or fish colour scheme - and would chase them if you put them up to the glass. You can feed the fish and they swarm like sharks - you get used to the idea that they are all small and then a three- to four- metre grey reef shark cruises through the middle. Wonderful place, and zoos are always better with Adeline - it's like the animals hear she's there are start their act.

Outdoors for a few minutes of brain- and eye-frying heat to photograph the tower. This place would be unlovable in summer without air conditioning. Burj-al-Khalifah really is stupidly tall - the emergent of a forest of buildings that are all stupidly tall. I mean, why would anyone build high rises on five percent of the land and nothing elsewhere, it's nuts. I'm also a little surprised they haven't gone underground more but I guess the bedrock might be hard and energy for air conditioning is cheap.

Dinner at the Cheesecake Factory which is a near-complete misnomer, it's a restaurant which happens to have some cheesecakes in its desert menu. Not cheap but very tasty and a view of the Dubai ski fields (inside a shopping mall, like everything else) which are less entertaining than they sound, though there are people rolling downhill in hamster balls so that's something.

We miss our bus back to Abu Dhabi and find it difficult to investigate options - the people working in the metro are happy to phone around but don't sound confident of their conclusions. We end up sharing a taxi that gets us back at 140 km/hr all the way for 40 dirhams apiece.

Later we will talk to a taxi driver and he will ask about the things we saw. After answering no to a few things he stared at us bewildered and asked what did we see. I guess Dubai might have a revisit left in it.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Sunday, 3rd August - Abu Dhabi

Sunday, 3rd August - Abu Dhabi


Almost the first thing we see off the plane is a smoking booth. It’s packed. It makes me wonder why our society doesn’t similarly cater to its addicts.

The hotel demands an extra half day of rent to take a shower. This becomes annoying when the lights in the bathroom don’t work - I don’t care so much but Adeline’s night vision is famously poor and she can’t get anything done in the near-darkness. The repairman goes to an anonymous-looking plate on the wall, reveals that it flips up, and resets the circuit breaker. I’m not sure how I was supposed to figure that out but I still feel like an idiot. I thought that plate looked screwed down.

The room itself, though, looks quite pleasant.

For the duration of our stay in the United Arab Emirates Adeline is following local custom by pretending to be my obedient muslim wife. She’s walking two paces behind, deferring to me, not arguing and being meek. She can manage this for about thirty seconds at a time before she breaks character and gets bossy again. Her wedding ring threatens to get stuck and doom me to matrimony for real, or at least an eternal version of fake matrimony, if it can’t be removed.

Having everyone talk to me and ignore Adeline is weird and upsetting. If it was my call I might ignore the social norms and push the locals out of their comfort zone, but Adeline’s determined to blend in. I’m not convinced anyone’s fooled.