Jet Driver went for a run the other day.
It was 38 degrees outside and naturally I wore shorts.
I also wore some other hi-tech, figure hugging Nike attire and in the midst of a rather "emotional" descent along one of the wadi treks, I came face to face with a brand new member of the ROP.
He was spotlessly turned out, shirt pressed and boots polished - a fine example of a young law-enforcement officer.
The conversation went a little bit like this:
"Hello mate! What's shakin'?"
"Why you errr...why you run?"
"To aid in cardio-vascular health and keep me looking fit and handsome amongst other things."
"I can see your knees and the backs of your legs!"
"Steady on sunshine. The Jet Driver only likes girls - young oriental ones to be precise!"
"What's this?" (Pointing at my chest)
"This tube from your back."
"Ohhhh. That's water. It stops me from going into coronary arrest."
"You know Ramadan? You have shorts. This is not allowed."
"Oh.....ok.....sorry...and so.....what shall I do now? I'm 10 kilometres from my vehicle. You will take me to there?"
(A quick pow-wow with the notably senior officer in the jeep who had already seen the funny side to this and I suspect sent this poor newbie on a futile battle of wits.)
"You people! Crazy! (points at the sun) GO HOME! Relax! It's Ramadan!"
I love this place!