Avoiding Fines and Lines at the Ministry of Traffic

I wonder how this guy passes inspection. Loyal camper in the desert.

“Do you need inspection? Or does your car need inspection?” the older Bahraini man asked me as he leaned against my window.

Cross-cultural flirtation was not something I engaged in as it is a perfect opportunity for cross-cultural misunderstandings.  I just smiled at the policeman and shook my head.

Once a car reached five years of age, the government required an inspection before registration.  Part of my December chores was registering two of our cars.

“Let me see your papers.”  The policeman read my husband’s name out loud.  “Your husband?”  I nodded.  He looked disappointed but he would not bother another man’s wife.

“Go to number three,” and he waved me into the brake checking garage’s short line.  There were four cars ahead of me.

In the garage, a second, younger man had no interest in flirting.  He checked my brakes and scribbled on my form.  “Go pay in the office then get third signature.”

I drove down the garage ramp into a mess of cars trying exit the parking lot. The parking lot was completely full and the lanes were blocked as all fifteen car lanes funneled into the one exit.  The people trying to back out of their spaces could not.  I tapped two quick beeps and a man let me in.

I saw a solution.  I did the Bahraini girl thing and pulled up onto the sidewalk next to a palm tree.

Really I was not acting like a Bahraini woman since no respectable woman would ever be down at the Ministry of Traffic.  And no Bahraini woman would park at the far end of a parking lot and walk through the lot.  Their driver would drop them off at the front door.

In fact, I did not know any other expat woman who registered the cars, paid the insurance and did the inspection.  Usually the husband’s company staff took care of all that for them.

I was still wearing my tennis shoes from my morning work-out.  It was an easy dash between the cars to the check-for-fines office.

When I opened the door there was a line of twenty men waiting.  Luckily the one woman wearing her blue officer’s uniform waved me to the front of the line.  She did not want to see me waiting amongst all those men.

For the first time in seven years, I had fines.  Usually I park legally and I have never gotten a speeding ticket.  I did not bother to ask the man to translate the Arabic.  Probably they were from the protests last year when my car’s GPS guided my friend Goldie through the roundabout.   I heard all the license plate numbers were recorded.

I went back outside to the man in the center kiosk.  He was spraying the air with perfume from a purple bottle.  It did not disguise the cigarette he had just extinguished.

He stamped my form, signed it and told me “Post Office” meaning that’s where I had to go next.

Again I danced between the cars honking their impatience.  I jumped into my car, drove off the sidewalk and out the front gate.

The whole thing took twenty minutes.  It was a good day to be a woman.


6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Sarah F.
    Dec 21, 2011 @ 03:37:06

    LOL. But what’s the Bahrani girl thing? Taking liberties with parking places?


  2. Seana mallen
    Dec 21, 2011 @ 04:28:39

    You are NOT the only woman who goes to the traffic authority… and it is a good place to be a woman…
    I’ve been photographed running 2 red lights.
    (But you know it’s not really running red lights… it’s sensible Bahraini driving, in a “when in Rome…” way. If you didn;t “run” the red light you’d never get across the intersection… it makes traffic flow…)
    ANyway, I got ushered to the front of the queue, had a briefly flirtatious moment with the officer, apologised for being a bad girl,paid 10bd … and was out in 20 minutes.
    Same with the registrations, etc…

    Long live Sexism at traffic authorities!


  3. Eva the Dragon
    Dec 22, 2011 @ 06:57:11

    Hmmm maybe it’s not Bahraini girl thing rather the Bahraini boy thing about parking on sidewalks.

    All I know in the USA I get tickets if I park 12 inches away from the sidewalk instead of the required 6 inches so I’d certainly get a ticket for parking ON the sidewalk.

    I’m just glad to know I am not the only one who has to run these errands Seanna. But I usually don’t see anyone else like me when I go down there. sniff sniff.


  4. K
    Feb 22, 2012 @ 05:17:32

    Just came across your post when googling car inspection Bahrain. I had to do it last year and am disgruntled I have to do it again. (especially since my friends, male and female, look at me in horror when I tell them what I have to do today). Glad to know I’m not the only one.


  5. Fahad
    Jun 03, 2013 @ 10:53:36

    “She did not want to see me waiting amongst all those men.”…..interesting…this is the respect you get ma’am, it’s the local culture…Although you may be dismayed with the tratment you get at other places during other times.


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