Getting Hooked Up In Muscat...

Having had no fewer than four separate experiences of this type of tactic over the past few days, I was beginning to wonder the following:

1. Do I look like I'm gay? .... and

2. Is the basement of Markaz Al Bahja a regular hunting ground for gay males looking for some action?

Lately, the Jet Driver has been doing some work on his house because (and here is further evidence that I may be gay and not know it!), I was getting irked by the kitchen cupboards being the wrong shade of grey to sit between the chinese slate tiles and the brushed steel kitchenware that I have installed.

Anyway, on the past few occasions of standing in the Markaz basement, usually waiting for the 5pm opening of the kitchen shop, I have been eyed up and approached by individuals who had only moments earlier been sitting on the seats with a definite air of "lurking".

"Hi. How are you? You are from where? I see. Ok. Very nice guy. My name is Nasser. And you?"

Now, I know that people here are friendly and I get hellos from all sorts during the day, however, my suspicions of the "pick-up zone" are being added to by further behavioral traits from these men like "over-preening" in front of me, "dreamy" eye-contact and some very dodgy colours of dishdashas - pinks, lavenders, yellows.

So what's the deal folks? What's going on down there?

Markaz Al Madness

Have been meaning to blog about this one for a while:

Jet Driver took a trip to Markaz Al Bahja a while back, and witnessed the following scenario unfurl on an otherwise dreary day.

In an effort to expedite his arrival, one of the ROP Fire Service trucks, while on its way to an incident (sirens and blue lights a-go-go), attempted to rat-run through the car park at MAB, only to find that some inconsiderate twat, had parked, or should I say abandoned, their vehicle by the side of the road - thereby blocking the route for the truck. 

Then, as the truck attempted to reverse out of this predicament, a black jeep with three women inside, drove up the inside of the truck......and parked - with all three females summarily disembarking and heading towards the mall - oblivious to the fact that they had just blocked the truck from reversing. 

It gets better.....

In a panicked effort to get the attention of said women, the driver goes to get out and call them, only to find that he now cannot get the door open! So the guy in the passenger side, who has now discovered that he has the same problem, gets ordered out the window.  

Then, as everyone stands there gawping and distracted, three more cars come and park behind the jeep!

Loads of screaming, arm-waving and finger-pointing later, there was still no sign of anyone's car being moved.

At that stage, a now near doubled-over Jet Driver walked the 50 metres to his car, and drove away along the back road.

This place is so random.