Jetsetting of Some Sort

Qeshm map-I was here!



Rocky Desert

Mosque


Ultimate Desert!

I just spent 6 days in Qeshm Island in Iran. It was fun, being away from work and all that, spending all day having movie marathons, trying to be fashionista in a shapeless dress-like dress called abaya and head covering called hijab which we were required to wear, shopping at the pseudo-mall at the city centre and trying hard to converse with people who do not speak much English (it was a "Lost In Translation" experience). Above all, it was an exploration of a new world out there, coupled with new adventures, new stories, new friends, new lessons learned, new realizations, new stamps on the passport, new pendants, new earrings, new coat, new bag. (Okay, I'm trying to convince myself here). It was nice there, although it was an ultimate desert experience, not much greenery everywhere. Qeshm City was so rural, not much populations, but i won't say they're backward or something, they're progressing, just not rapidly. I don't want to relay all my adventures there, I'm trying to erase my mishaps from my memory. I guess it's just enough to say that I'm blaming them on co-Filipinas who "make patol" to guys of other nationalities beyond a level I cannot stoop down to, thus shortening the lifespan of my beloved beige handbag and my shouting out curses for the first time. Yes, it was that bad.


The pseudo-mall at the city centre

Kharbes Caves


the Portuguese Fort, one of the most historic places there.

On a lighter note, I had a quasi-"Love Actually" experience back there, of which I will not elaborate here. I f you have watched Love, actually more than once, you'd probably have an inkling of what I am blabbering about here.

So now I'm back in Dubai, with more friends and enemies than a week before (for some reason I've earned the ire of a 40 something Filipina there, don't ask me why, I have no idea either). I didn’t have a cam with me (my SLR is yet to be repaired). These are pics from friends and internet downloads. The picture is with my face in it while wearing the abaya and hijab are yet to be posted, I’ms till waiting for Portia to upload that batch of pics.

I’m actually thinking of going back there someday for a vacation but I will definitely definitely not stay in that quasi-hotel with those darned Indians again. Yes, I know I said never again will I go back there, but I have to go back for something I’d left behind in Qeshm.