The four of us decided to check out the camel-races, which run on Thursdays (local "Saturday") through the winter.

Talk about bizarre experiences. There was a group of important-looking Arabs in the VIP seats in front of us, a TV crew, photographer, and such, for the awards-presentation. Lots of embracing, kissing, and nose-touching by the Arabs, while we stood behind, completely ignored by everyone.

The races themselves are done on a long, L-shaped track; the camels, robot-jockeys, and controllers line up at the start way out in the desert, and run in to the finish line in front of the viewing stand. The day we went, it was a fairly sparse crowd, which added to the "Hmm, are we in the right place?" feeling even more...