Getting things done in Abu Dhabi, UAE

On returning from the Vet's this morning, Moose (the cat) and I entered the roundabout at Shakbout and Delma Streets.

We (Moose and I) were in the middle lane of the three and indicating to turn left. There was a silver Camry in the inside lane also waiting but as they were to my left, I couldn't see any indicators.

In a break in the traffic, my feline companion and I (still indicating) entered the intersection and proceeded - while staying in our lane - to follow the roundabout around to the left.

The Camry decided to accelerate hard and *almost* t- boned me as I was turning, as it was trying to go straight, from the inside lane.
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Follow up:

MY understanding of multi lane roundabouts is this.

Left lane MUST turn left
Middle lane can go straight or Left but not right.
Right lane can go straight but must be used to turn right.
The only time the inside lane would merge to the middle lane is to complete the execution of a turn. In which case they must give way or at least work with the existing traffic in the roundabout.

Now - I figured that the the driver was angling for a passing manoeuvre, and while I did follow my line I was mindful of the potential for catastrophe and eased over a little to avoid collision and went on my way.

The Camry driver hesitated then came after me.

Honking like a mad thing he slid into the inside lane at the next roundabout along Delma, so that his rear seated passengers could wind down the window and give me a spray.

It would be fair to say a larger bearded bald white guy frowning back at them as my slightly tinted window slid down was not what they expected. In fact the driver (who was following orders from the screaming harpy in the back seat) really only put a show of hand waving, and really looked like he would rather not engage in the discussion. Actually he looked like he just wanted to go somewhere, anywhere, and get a cup of tea... if that somewhere was anywhere but staring up at a guy he nearly ran into - particularly as said guy was looking at him like he was lunch.

The rear seated passenger however - and her maid - let fly.

My Arabic is limited (but coming along) so I mentioned - in Arabic - that I didn't understand, then mumbled a few words that in hindsight were the numbers 1 and maybe 15, and that I'd like a non smoking seat next to a window.

Not seeing the conversation going any further - and unable to judge her facial expression I tootled off.

I'm now just waiting for the knock at the door.

Look out for tomorrow's paper.

"Australian requests window seat. Gets Jail. Cell mate 'Bubba' a big fan."