It’s Sunday, the start of work and school here in Dubai (and in other Gulf countries, I presume) and it only means one single thing in the morning: traffic. Rough, heavy, crazy traffic.
My work starts at 9:00 while Pristine’s school starts at 8:30 during Ramadan period. Her school is 10 minutes away from where we live. Well, that’s realistically speaking.
We went out at 7:30 because I had been anticipating traffic on the main road as combined effects of road works, Ramadan and the start of the school year. As soon as came out of the basement parking, despair immediately crept in. Right outside the exit of our parking, several cars are lined up bumper to bumper.
What!? I thought I was living in the quieter side of town? Where do these cars come from? Surely, they were not there when we left Dubai a month ago!
It took me a good 20 minutes just to move a few meters to the main road where I was met by honking drivers refusing to give way. Ah! Ramadan, the month of fasting. I should have known better, driving while hungry is not a good idea!!
It was 8:10 when I parked in front of Pristine’s school. Imagine 40 minutes instead of 10! We got out and ran to her classroom. I was only able to give her a quick kiss and hug then ran back to the car on my way to work. I finally sat on my work chair at 9:00 sharp, exactly 90 minutes after I started the car. I can’t believe I’ve just spent more than an hour shifting my foot from the almost endless series of brake-accelerator-brake-accelerator.
Actually, it’s not just today that the traffic is at its worst. It has been like this since the start of Ramadan (Sept. 1st). Since hubby is still in Japan, I had been driving for almost two weeks now.
And I am honestly fed up.
One more day of driving into the gridlock and I’ll go out in the street naked to drive all the motorists away mad. Thankfully, hubby is arriving tonight so I won’t have to drive tomorrow.