I'm an ex-pat dahlink! Ex-pats swan around shopping malls, do lunch, strut their stuff at the beach club in Chanel bikinis and Manolos...don't they??
That's the thought that crossed my mind when I got a slow puncture this morning. Just as we were arriving at the school there was a strange noise and I got out to pull a huge nail from my tyre. Mark is away and I had no idea what to do so I went home and asked my landlady. Luckily her son turned up for a visit and gave me directions to a place just up the road. As I was talking to him I asked him to look at some documents I need to renew but are all in Arabic. To cut a long story short his help saved me a couple of hundred quid! Who would have thunk - the puncture turned out to be a stroke of luck!
I took the car up to the fifth ring road. We live at the end of it and you might be able to see from the photo that it's being dug up to make a new tunnel and intersection to replace the roundabout at the end - which we call Death Roundabout. (Here you don't stop when you approach a roundabout, those on it have to stop for you as far as I can make out!) Chaos and delays rule until it is finished but it was interesting sitting here watching the world go by. I normally see these little garages as I fly by in the car so sitting there on a dusty, rickety bench watching the mechanic going about his business with the chaos and noise all around made me think about how far removed we are from things when we are cocooned in a car.
Those tyres on the right have been wrapped in coloured tape. Do you know, I think they are decoration! Isn't that sweet!