Friday, February 18, 2011

Dating? In Riyadh? Ha!

There are so many things that may seem a cultural shock to "expatriates" when they find themselves here in this wonderful country...But today, since it is the year of the rabbit, I will go into chasing tail...(don't know how that relates. Don't really care. I have a migraine. Leave me alone.)

With Riyadh being the capitol of Saudi Arabia, it is safe to say that the rules are the strictest here. The REST of the Arabian countries do not "uphold" the shiria law as strict as they do here. This isn't about how sad their culture is, or how pathetic it must be for the kids growing up. That doesn't matter here. I'm merely trying to show how the cunning ways the single, horny, male population here use technology to their full advantage, in feeble attempts to charm and entice women...or men. Dating is NOT allowed in this country...(covered this in my first post. Feel free to do your homework before continuing with this post.) Since unrelated men and women are NOT allowed to be in public together, in fears of being arrested by the Religious police, all "socializing" must be done behind high walls and closed doors. But that's not even where it begins. You must try to secretly talk and meet as many girls as you can before your parents set you up in an arranged marriage... How are you supposed to MEET a girl you want to date, when you're not even allowed to talk to them...Well...my fellow infidels...let me be the light in your tunnel, on your quest for truth and culture...

1. Random dialing of numbers...
This part is all "hear-say." I can't truthfully say that I have had this happen to me...but I have heard it from almost every girl here. Almost ALL cell phone numbers here start with 055 or 056. From what I have heard, they randomly dial digits after the prefix, in hopes of getting a woman on the line. If they get a western woman, that's double the action for them. Once they hear that it's a western woman that's attached to the number they have called, a restless barrage of phone calls through all hours of the day and night begin...until they get tired. I guess there's nothing the girls can do about it here...which is why no one really answers unknown numbers. I just wish they would call me.... *sigh*

2. Blackberry Pin Exchange:
There's nothing new here. Pubescent boys have been using blackberry messenger for years trying to pick up unsuspecting girls...just another way to chat. The only difference here is the WAY it's done. For iPhone and Android lovers, or those of you that live in a cave, each Blackberry has a unique PIN assigned to each phone. You need to exchange the top secret PIN code in order to be able to add someone on your list...In the normal world, people would exchange PINs to be in contact with new friends. In Riyadh, the story's quite different. Blackberry PINs are printed out in vinyl stickers, and plastered on the back and sides of cars. Young boys openly display their PIN on their vehicles in hopes of some ninja looking in, and liking what they see. Can you imagine putting your cell phone number on the trunk of your car, in hopes of some girl to call you? Maybe some of you should give it a try. It just may work...at least it'll be better than having no one to talk to...alone, on a Friday night, with a tub of Bon Bons, and "Sleepless in Seattle." Homo.

3. Bluetooth:
We all know what bluetooth is. But how it is used here is completely different. Its rare I see posers here, walking around with a BT headset in their ear, and not talking to anybody. Hands free doesn't really exist here, and texting/calling while driving is a way of life. (I'm guilty of it myself...) Instead of using BT technology to save yourself from accidents, it is used to identify yourself in a crowded mall. For Example, if I was a Western White Male, in search of a Saudi woman, I would visit local malls, and turn on my bluetooth. But instead of my device ID stating what kind of phone I have, it would say, "White Male Blue Jeans Red Shirt." (This would never work for me. I'm Asian. So automatically, I'm of the lower class. More on this in another post.) Ithe Ninja's like what they see, I would then get bluetooth request authorizations... I do have a friend here, (yes. Just one.) that has a motorcycle. He puts "biker" and his phone number on his bluetooth ID. From what I hear, it works.

4. Internet, Facebook , and iPhone Apps...
This one's self explanatory. The internet has been used to help young boys and old men fulfill their erotic fantasies since Al Gore invented it. And here, it is exploited, to the max. If you are a woman on Facebook, and you have your Current City listed as "Riyadh" or ANYWHERE in Saudi Arabia, expect to get private messages and friend requests from local guys, at least 3-4 times a week. And internet dating is the way to secretly meet people, and set up spots, kinda like some top secret CIA drop. I guess you kinda have to be that secretive about it, with risks of being arrested!

I haven't even TOUCHED the subject of westerners dating here. And frankly I don't think I'm going to. Maybe some other day. So if you're in a Free Country, reading this, and are thinking about talking to a girl you think is hot, muster up the courage, and just do it. Do it for all the people here that aren't allowed to even talk to people who aren't related to them. So don't be a sissy. What's the worst that can happen?? She'll say no? Or you can try plastering your BBM PIN all over your car. Let me know how that works out for you.

In other news, this region of the world is falling apart. Go Bag packed, egress plan practiced. Hopefully it all settles down peacefully...as if there isn't enough death and carnage over here already. And I have really bad gas.

Still smiling like a pedophile kindergarten teacher... Cherrio!

Friday, February 11, 2011

Lebanon...

There's nothing better than taking a risk, and loving it after...When i look back, and really break things down, I've noticed that all significant events in my life have been one big risk... I guess it all started with the Marine Corps, which I guess set me up for the rest...Master Gunner school, Raytheon, and ultimately, Saudi Arabia...Up to junior year in High School, I wanted to be a businessman, a doctor, a lawyer...well, I didn't want to. But my parents sure did. Somehow, my mother knew that she couldn't contain me in her "Great Chinese Immigrant" dream that they held dearly for me. Luckily for me, she saw something in me and decided to let me "Stretch my wings..." and do what I wanted to, even if it meant that I would fail miserably, because we both knew she would be there to pick me back up, and point me in the right directions...And I like the direction I'm going...

The latest one isn't really a risk...It was a unplanned trip to Beirut, Lebanon...and only after I booked the tickets, I found out that there was civil unrest and turmoil in the country...Cancel? Rebook? Go somewhere else? Nah! I mean really. I'm a trained killer. I eat 7.62mm for breakfast...not really. (I was really a cook in the military for guys that didn't know...) Yet, I was convinced that it really isn't so bad...by a Canadian at that...

So we went. And I haven't felt this good about life in very long time. Don't take this the wrong way, I LOVE life. Every part of it. But after a week in a foreign country and snowboarding...I feel like I've grounded myself, and am at one with myself again. I guess vacations are good for the soul...need to take my own advice more... So this blog will be about Lebanon...because my memory is HORRIBLE, and if I don't write it down, I'll forget it...

I was going to crowd this post with pictures, but then decided against it. If you wanna see pictures with captions, it'll be on my facebook... But I will put one picture in...

This was taken at the top of the mountain. We stayed at the Faraya Mzaar mountains in nice hotel called the "Chateau D'Eau" hotel, about 10 minutes from the slopes. The snow was pretty damn good in a lot of places with plenty of ice patches that found me. Everybody there spoke French, and enough English...but enough about that...

The hotel we stayed at had a pretty crappy generator. Our first night there, we were starving, and ended up waiting 3 hours for dinner, because there was no electricity. So we chatted and sat around...under candle light, and cold...

Up the mountain the next day. It was majestic. I forgot how happy I get when I'm riding the lift up, and just absorbing the sights. I would have never imagined being in Lebanon, snowboarding. I'm just so thankful for being able to experience this, being in another country, doing things that I never imagine i would be doing. And I think back, to all the people that I have met in my life, and how they have effected me in one way or another, and realized that life is really about the company you keep...and how much more fun it is when there's someone to share it with. I've been blessed with amazing people in my life, and I can't even begin to thank all the ones that have always been there for me. So Thanks. You know who you are...

I think that's all I'm going to write today. Need to focus on more important stuff. But in a nutshell, I had one of the most amazing weeks in my life, surrounded by amazing people, and saw amazing things. Did I mention it was amazing? Can't wait till the next adventure!

Still happy...but kinda tired...

Out.