Jason has the privelege (though he certainly doesn't think of it that way) of going to Dubai for a conference. Of course, I am not going to pass up this opportunity and will accompany him for the week's excursion.
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While being ferried from the plane to the terminal by bus, we passed a man wearing the traditional Gulf clothing which is a long white robe called a dishdasha (the long black robe worn by a woman is the abaya). That, coupled with 5 Indian ladies vying to get into the bathroom stalla after I emerged (they should try holding a "stand in line day" like in China), made me realize I was definitely no longer in Kansas. During my other travels in Asia I felt a complete foreigner - no way to blend in! - but here is a little different. I definitely look like a foreigner, but with the current political situation I feel very conspicuous and am very sensitive to my appearance and behavior. I certainly don't want to offend anyone here!
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