So I was in Arabia for a while.
Having traded in my dirham for dollars, I have returned to my familiar haunt, the Chihuahuan Desert of southern New Mexico. It’s probably a good thing, too, as my exercise regime suffered greatly. I did spend an hour or so swimming the Persian Gulf just a few hours prior to flying out of Abu Dhabi. The name is apparently a point of contention ‘twixt the Arabs and the Persians. In the media on the south side of the gulf, it is called the Arabian Gulf.
The jet lag was surprisingly mild.