Barf in the UAE!

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Some uncouth readers may think that by "Barf," I'm referrring to the colloquial Americanism for vomit. In fact, dear reader, I mean no such thing. Barf is a marvellous Iranian product, a detergent that makes clothes so white, they're just like barf! (Which, of course, is Persian for 'snow.') I pray for your eternal souls, you poor ignorant things.

23 February 2009

The Bulls

On any given Friday, locals in Fujariah meet at a field near the corniche to the south of the city. Farmers come from the cities and towns on the UAE's Indian Ocean Coast, from Fujariah, the Sharjah enclave, Kalba, Khor Fakkan, even Dibbah and the Omani coast nearby. They bring their prize bulls and in a series of struggles with rules that are obscure to outsiders have them butt heads in conflicts designed to bloody neither them nor the spectators. Contests start in the late afternoon and continue into the fading light of the early evening...