The Continuing Joy of Ramadan

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As I shunted to and fro to squeeze my car out of it's space this morning, I certainly was not feeling the joy of the blessed month.

I had to deliver a technical and commercial bid to a national oil company's office. We were quite specifically told that the bids had to be delivered before 9 am on the 14th to a certain person on the 19th floor, or the bids will not be taken.

So, at 08:00 I am at reception trying to get a visitors pass.

Me: Good morning, I need to drop these bids off to Mr. Saleem on the 19th floor, can I have a visitors pass please?

Receptionist: The office doesn't open until nine during Ramadan.

Me: But it says here unless I give this to Mr.Saleem before nine it will not be accepted.

Receptionist: Mr Saleem doesn't get here until about ten. You can leave it with me if you like.

Me: Thanks, Ramadan Kareem.

Receptionist: *rolls eyes* Ramadan Kareem.

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Photos

Iftar Parking
Shot from our living room window.

Faithfull Abandonment
Notice the No Parking sign, and also where the curb is painted yellow and black (the grey is undercoat) is also no parking.

Taxis are rank
Most of the old "gold wing" taxis have done half a million kilometres, some have done a couple of million. They are being phased out not because they are knackered, but because they smell so bad it has been known to render passengers unconscious.