Ma-suffer-in-your-jocks = Mussafah.
Mussafah is an outer suburb of Abu Dhabi, off the island (as Abu Dhabi is an island) and is a place best avoided. Think of the industrial area of your local town/neighbourhood/city. Now times that image by like a thousand (!) and there you have Mussafah. Not one of the prettiest or one of the places I would choose to live in my life.
Now Mussafah is divided into two sections (it is a large area), the commercial side (which is no where like your local High Street - ahem!) and the Industrial side. Now the industrial side is very, very interesting. It is like one huge, massive junk yard. Yep - got that vision in your head? Just imagine buses, trucks (thousands and thousands of trucks), stores full of dusty and rusty items, shit everywhere you look, round-abouts, roads, car horns, labourers (it is where most labour camps are) with no pedestrian road sense. So it isn't the most glorious place on earth but it certainly opens your eyes!
Mussafah is best avoided at the best of times, however, it is where the majority of car dealerships have their service sheds. And you guessed it, my car (known at Tina), was overdue for a service. Now in Australia when you get your car serviced, you pass your keys over to the person behind the desk, tell them how many kilometers the clock is at, tell them any other issues and they say to you "your car will be ready in 6 hours". Here is in Abu Dhabi you still drop your car off and talk to the person behind the service counter but they say to you "your car will (possibly) be ready in 3 days"! True.
So Tina is in Mussafah, as I dropped her off on Tuesday. Did you read that? I dropped her off. I alone dropped her off. I battled the midday traffic in Mussafah. Woo-hoo!
If I can most certainly drive there and live to tell the tale, I can most certainly drive practically anywhere.
(The photos in this post, I took earlier in the year on a quiet weekend.)