Salik Surprises

So much has been written about Dubai’s congestion charge, Salik, that it’s difficult to contemplate adding to what’s already out there without a certain sense of resignation and perhaps a touch of fear that it’s just going to be a repetition of the considerable volume of incredulity, indignation, anger and exasperated invective that has peppered so many blogs over the past couple of months. Even the media, ever-aware of the burden of governmental disapproval, has tried to reflect the broad public dislike of the scheme. Strangely, few of the people who have complained appear to have been motivated to do so by the financial impact: it has been the apparent lack of a clear objective or a well-communicated plan of any sort that has drawn much of the negative comment in both on and off-line media. The response of the RTA, to the broad public concern has, at its least helpful, been to tell the public to stow it because they’re ‘not traffic experts’. The flow of information regarding the scheme and the ‘traffic management objectives’ that we’re told about as we hold for the Salik call centre to finish ‘helping’ other callers has hardly ever been more than a grudging trickle.

I am one of those people whose mobile numbers were ‘given wrongly’: I still have the copy of the form in which my mobile number is given with perfect clarity. I corrected the error over the ‘phone last week when I got through to their call centre. Today I got an SMS telling me that my balance of Dhs 2 was insufficient and that I should top up or face a fine. Now, forgive me, but I thought that one of the ideas was that you’d get an SMS warning you that your balance was low. Apparently not.

So I went to top up. I have to confess I was a little annoyed at having to do this on the spur of the moment rather than with a couple of crossings’ notice, but never mind. The Emarat station just prior to the Garhoud toll only has one till that can take Salik top-ups because they only have one pad of Salik top up forms – a rather analogue, multipart book of slips.

I can pay my phone bill using online and telephone banking, as well as my electricity and water bill. I can pay my traffic fines and I can even renew my PO box online.

But I have to top up my Salik account by filling in a cloakroom slip? So be it. I aimed to top up with a nice Dhs250 so that I wouldn't have to do it again for a good while. So I gave the girl my Visa card. Which is when I discovered you can only pay for Salik by cash.

What a muckle-headed slice of totally incompetent daftness.

But I’m not finished by a long chalk. You see, I then drove over Garhoud to hit the tailback immediately after the bridge. Because it’s gridlocked over Maktoum and the new Floating Bridge through City Centre and up the Ittihad Road to Sharjah. Because the traffic that’s crossed Business Bay to avoid Salik joins Garhoud a couple of hundred meters after the very bridge that this Salik scheme was meant to keep clear. It’s caused worse traffic congestion in the whole Deira area than we have every seen before and THIS IS SUMMER TRAFFIC – the number of cars on the road is something like 25% less than normal.

I thought I’d get a few laughs out of Salik but I, along with a lot of other people, have stopped laughing. Come September, when the traffic levels ramp back up to their usual heaving stock car race levels, there’ll be a whole lot more people not laughing.

Someone should really start doing some explaining.

Fair Game?

The Arabian Travel Market show has been thrilling visitors all week. Oh yes. However, few things have been more thrilling (no, not even the world's first Emirati space tourist) than seeing that weekly tabloid Xpress has run a piece, with no sense of irony whatsoever, on Zimbabwe's new tourist-grabbing scheme. Tourism there presumably needing a boost after all that farm burning stuff which the Western media made so much unnecessary fuss over.

"For the avid hunter there is no better feeling than taking down a lion in the wilderness of an African savannah," the Travel Round-Up piece gushes. Taking down? Taking down? It's got that lovely ring of yo mofo Tarantino to it, doesn't it?

It gets better. The piece quotes Gladys Dongo, Zimbabwe Tourism Authority marketing manager: "Few places in Africa can show you the big five (lion, elephant, water buffalo, rhinoceros and leopard) and even fewer will let you hunt them."

She obviously meant 'take them down in a murderous hail of hot lead and snuff them like the furry scum they are,' but was presumably being polite.

If the piece had you gasping in the face of its willingness to roll out a message that sharply smacks the arse of political correctness and sends it home without tea, the last paragraph will surely make your day. "Non-lethal hunts can also be arranged, where the captured live game can also be transported back to your country."

Very nice work. Should certainly get some good reader feedback...