Mars World

The previous post on my family drama did leave me a little shaken, but I’m glad I wrote and brought it out. Hopefully, it gave me some perspective and relief from the emotions I felt and be a step to moving on. I don’t hate my family – to quote my sister (in regards to how she feels about mom): “I just don’t have anything left to say to them anymore.”

Well, day 1 of Eid was rather exciting, although it started sluggish. Didn’t sleep much at night because my phone kept buzzing off by well-intentioned morons SMSing me ‘eid mubarak’ texts.

My original plan was to join P and his peeps for an overnight camping trip on Thursday, should Eid fall on Wednesday, as most hinted it might. Instead it fell on Tuesday, hence Thursday would be a working day, which really sucks. Two days off, followed by working a full-day shift on Thursday, and then the Fri-Sat weekend. Anyhow, now that Eid was declared Tuesday, the plans got shifted and we decided to head out on Eid day and stay overnight on Tuesday, returning back today morning.

We took two cars, P’s and mine. Met up at his place, and my car was made the ‘packing mule’, while theirs was made the passenger car. So his two sisters, bro-in-law and friend were in their Honda Accord, while P and I were in my dinky lil Echo. I drove all the way to the campsite, which was somewhere near Dibba, as P said he’d drive on the way back, knowing I’m not much of a morning person.

The route we took was rather pretty (for the UAE anyhow). He showed me route which went directly to Fujeirah/RAK rather than my rather long circuitous route of following Emirates Road through Sharjah, Ajman, Umm Al Qawain and finally the northern emirates. So a 3-4hour journey completed in 1.5-2hours.

We stopped at this roadside market that is quite famous in the Fujeirah/RAK route. They sell carpets, plants, fresh produce and few roadside food faves. My mom always seems to return with a plant every time she heads that way. Our veranda has turned into a jungle thanks to this market. Anyway, we stopped to stretch over there and bought some ‘bhutta’ – corn on the cob that’s been boiled, then grilled over a charcoal BBQ, with a lemon is squeezed over it and liberally salted. If you like it spicy, they’ll sprinkle the chili powder quite generously too. For 5AED a piece (about USD1.5). And some tender coconuts to wash the corn down. Yummy.

We reached the place by about 5.30ish, with about 1 hour of sunlight to pitch the tents. We all settled in, made camp and ate pizza, while we marinated the veggies and paneer we wanted to BBQ (only me and one guy were non-veg so we got a non-veg pizza). Oh, and we were at the border between Oman and UAE as my mobile network kept changing from Etisalat to Oman Mobile by just walking a few steps. That is so cool!

That’s when something rather odd happened. We were all making merry at around 8ish when two pickups came near our campsite. Our campsite is rather deep in the mountains, so unless people know how to get there, it isn’t frequented by people and give us quite a bit of privacy. The cars stopped about 500meters away and switched their lights off – completely. Initially, we thought they must be some couples wanting some privacy, but then heard men’s voices. After about half hour, another sedan came by near them and stopped.

We were a lil unnerved that all those cars had their lights switched off and they sat in absolute darkness. We were three guys and three girls, so we weren’t too worried. Plus P is a nice burly, muscular guy so with him around I’m not too worried. I’ve seen and felt his strength firsthand – not in a bad way of course, but in a rather kinky way. I like it rough

Finally, the general consensus in our group was that these guys were Arab bachelors (rather loud bunch), who came to have their lil drinking party, hence no lights. But a bunch of single men that are drunk is not necessarily a good things, so we all kept skewers on us and decided to take turns in pairs keeping watch until they left.

P and I had the first watch so we sat and talked while waiting. We talked about supernatural, the significance of Navratri and some Hindu mythology yada yada when at about 11.30, the guys finally packed up and left. We waited for a while before heading in for the night.

I was cramping quite miserably, no reason why. It felt like someone took my ovaries and uterus and squeezed it dry, before releasing it. The sudden spasms of pain every minute or so left me drained. P held me each time I spasmed and slowly I relaxed. Things sort of went a lil less innocent, but didn’t go beyond a bit of fooling around as he’s fasting for the next nine days (Navratri). But it was pleasant lying next to him, snuggling up. And he was my bathroom partner in the middle of the night, waking up so I could be escorted in pitch dark to take a leak. I finally couldn’t take the spasms anymore lying down so I sat up and stayed near him.

By morning, I was groggy, exhausted and my body ached from the night spasms and I could barely move from my existing back condition. But P and his family were so considerate and sweet that I enjoyed the experience, although I felt guilty for not helping out so much and just sitting there. We reached home about an hour after and now I’m sitting here, tired and sleepy but not being able to sleep.

Ribbon boy messaged me from Pakiland. Almost three times last night, followed by a rather naughty message this morning. I shouldn’t be surprised he’s being so nice to me when I’m being such a bitch to him.