Good news: I think I’m okay with bus rides now.
If you’ve read this post, you know that there was a point in my life where I stated and claimed with all my heart that I am not okay with bus rides.
I’m taking it back.
I’ve been using the bus as my mode of transportation lately because – another good news – I am already working, hence, the in-activeness of this blog. I go to work by bus, go home by bus, and never have I felt anything similar to what I experienced on that blog post. I probably am just hungry that day or something – I don’t know. I still get nauseous from time to time but it is only whenever someone’s perfume (or smell) is punching my soul. Trust me, when you’re in this country and you’re using public transportation, it’s inevitable.
Ever since I’ve been here, friends back home would randomly ask me, “Is it safe in Abu Dhabi?”
Well, I go home late because of work almost every day, walk the streets alone, and frankly speaking: I don’t feel scared at all. It might be because I know I don’t look weak and fragile while walking – thanks to my resting b face – so no one would try to mess with me; or it might be because the city’s still awake at those hours so no one would really dare try. Of course, I’ve heard extremely scary stories happening in this city — there always will be. And with that, I always make sure that even if I’m alone, I’m aware of everything and I take extra care of myself.
Which leads us to the title of this post: that one time I felt unsafe in Abu Dhabi.
Let me take you back to the past for a bit.
This happened months ago when my auntie and I were walking home from Corniche Beach, a good ten to fifteen-minute walk from where we’re staying. I was wearing a mint green dress – length was an inch above the knee – and my auntie was wearing a simple t-shirt and pedal pants. We were just talking about random things until we noticed that two guys were already following us.
I honestly don’t know what nationality they are (and up until now, I’m having a hard time classifying them) but all I can say is they’re probably from the populated country Douchebagland. They were following us for God knows how long but I’m certain it was not shorter than 20 minutes. What made it creepier was even if we stopped at certain shops or in places where there are lots of people, they – too – would stop, and would follow us again once we started walking.
I kept on asking myself. “Are men here really that thirsty? Is it my fault? Is it wrong that I’ve worn this outfit?” Because I seriously can’t find another reason why they would follow us aside from the fact that I’m showing a little bit of skin slash my legs. Jeez, as if it’s the first time they’ve seen legs. Maybe the only legs they’ve seen are chicken legs. That’s how douche they are. (Or maybe my aunt & I are both just really beautiful women.)
Kidding aside, what we did was we went inside a residential building and pretended we live there. Went up a few floors, stayed there for a few minutes, and fortunately, when we headed downstairs, they weren’t in the lobby anymore. They weren’t outside the building, as well, and it’s about time we’re safe to go home.
Yes, I’ve heard scary stories about this country (something similar also happened lately though it was another story to tell) but it’s always different when you’re the one experiencing it for the first time with the sun still up. YES. It happened around 5 or 6 in the afternoon, t’was summer that time, and the sun is still freaking high! Does that make them more of a douche? Triple yes.
I’ve said this here and I’ll say it again now.
I believe that there is no safe or unsafe place in this world — especially at this time. You can be in danger even in the comfort of your home! What are you supposed to do? Stay at home forever and not explore the beauty of this world? Watch the media all day and frighten yourself on how “unsafe” a certain country is?
Don’t let things stop you from going places but always, always, ALWAYS be careful and be aware of your surroundings. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Take care of yourself, learn self-defense if you can, trust everyone and trust no one, and most importantly, enjoy life.
Good news: I think I’m really okay with bus rides now.