Doomed Planet

My Black and Greenish Nightmare

Permit me to recount a short history detailing the reality of life without electricity, something I experienced in Dubai during the massive power outage of 2005.  The reports that followed made light of the incident as just a minor inconvenience. It wasn’t.  Rather, and the reason that nightmare comes to mind all these years later, is the recognition that I was experiencing the Green Dream, the ordeal we will likely suffer this coming summer as a stressed and diminished grid falters and fails.

Dubai back then had just witnessed a decade-long building frenzy and commensurate expansion of the population to such an extent that the electricity-generating capacity was barely adequate until, one day, it wasn’t adequate at all.

I had been in Dubai for ten days and was due to fly out at 2am for London. As I had a lazy day to kill I woke at about 9am, not because it was time to get up but due to my hotel room being uncomfortably hot.  My sweat was soaking the sheets. Clearly we had a problem, so I called reception and was told that the air conditioner was off due to an electrical fault, but it should be OK in an hour or so.  As I was sticky with sweat (I am male, so I sweat, not genteelly perspire) so I had a shower — or at least I began to have a shower.  Three minutes into my ablutions the water stopped. I was covered in soap and hair conditioner, so this was a problem.  I considered my choices, and in the end selected Option A, which was to towel off the soap and dry myself as best I could. Option B would have been to rinse with water from the toilet bowl, which I rejected. As I later discovered, the toilet would have been the far better option.  I will explain at the appropriate time.

It was not yet 10am and the room was stifling.  The windows were sealed, so no chance of fresh air (or jumping out). I sat down to check my emails.  There were plenty, but none of my replies were leaving my outbox, as the server was down.  I was out of contact with the world. About 30 minutes later the battery on my laptop expired, so that was that.

I packed and decided to leave my bags with the concierge so I could go to a cool restaurant in a cool mall for a cool drink of cool water.  Cool was becoming an obsession

Once packed, I left the room and dragged my suitcases to the lift, which wasn’t working.  I was not surprised to find that I could not return to my room, since the door was electronic and my card no longer worked.  Using the emergency telephone (totally inappropriately) as it was still working (don’t ask me why) I implored the reception desk for help.  They declined, saying all staff had been allocated to other tasks.  She offered no advice.

Oh well, it’s not really that bad, I thought, as I dragged my bags down ten flights of stairs to the ground floor. The stairwells were not air conditioned, so the temperature must have been 50°C. This attempt at resolving my checkout problem turned out to be a near fatal move, as the ground floor door sealed automatically when the power failed, surely a serious safety hazard and trap in the event of a fire!

Going back up ten floors, or even a few floors, was not an option. The floor hallways were not accessible from the stairwells without a pass key, as they were for escape (allegedly), not inter-floor travel.  Anyway, I found I was not alone.  At least 80 other guests were now jammed into the lower stairwell and in the same desperate position.  The people at the front were banging with a panicked urgency on the steel door, and the stairwell behind me had already filled with as many as were in front.  I thought I caught a glimpse of Dante and Milton in the crowd as we wilted in the hellish heat, sealed off from cool water and rescue by that steel security door.  To our great relief, it eventually opened after a tradesman of sorts smashed the lock. By then the stairwell crowd was 200 strong, and together we surged in a staggering mob into the “cool” 42°C lobby, where we each given a bottle of cold water.  All were upended immediately and drained in seconds.

I had a late checkout arranged for 8pm, but when I got to the counter after another hour’s wait in an ever-lengthening queue, I discovered no electricity meant no bill, which meant no checkout. I was luckier than most as I was carrying several thousand in US dollars, so I could pay in cash. But how much cash?  Now I found out what the absent staff were doing. Equipped with keys that bypassed the electronic stairwell locks, they were climbing to each and every of the 30 floors to check mini-bars. Nobody was leaving without paying to the last cent.

My bill was compiled manually as I sat on the carpet, there being no other seats available as every single guest, like me, had sought refugee in the Lobby.  Again, I was lucky as after only another hour they called my name and presented me with the handwritten bill, a (now warm) bottle of water and some sushi they were giving away before it spoiled. We agreed on the amount, I handed over the cash, checked out, gave my bags to the concierge and went to find a taxi. It was just after 3pm, 11 hours before my flight was due to depart.

Once more I was blessed by fortune, as I had a taxi within 15 minutes, the usual swarm having vanished, but I presumed this was because the power outage had made them busier than normal as people followed my example and headed for the malls. Not so, as I soon found out.

I thought of rejecting the cab driver’s demand for the usual fare multiplied by five, but as no other taxi was in sight and with more people checking out the queue would only grow, so I agreed to the exorbitant demand. I realised the transport situation could only get worse, so I retrieved my bags and told the driver to head straight to the airport, where I pictured myself relaxing in the Business Class Lounge.  I could even have a shower! This was becoming an obsession as my skin itched from the soap and sweat and I found it impossible not to scratch like a mangy dog. There are only so many poses you can adopt before everyone knows your crotch is the worst-affected area and in need of serious attention.

I had driven to Dubai Airport dozens of times so I assumed it would be only a 20-minute journey at most, depending on the traffic. On this day it was nearly two hours before the airport finally came into sight, and then half as much time again until we arrived at the departures concourse. The drive from the hotel had been akin to a scene from a B-grade mega-disaster movie.  When the power and air conditioning failed throughout Dubai — not just our hotel, as we had been lead to believe — the entire population piled their families into SUV’s, turned on the air conditioning and drove aimlessly around. Those who ran low on fuel were soon reminded that petrol and gas pumps also need electricity.

And a lot of vehicles ran dry. Cars were driven until they stopped and left wherever that happened, usually in the middle of the road. Entire families then piled out and sat under trees, or, if there was no shade, lay down under their cars. My driver chased some people out of their shade, doing ‘whatever it took’ to collect his fare, even mounting the kerb and mauling the painstakingly watered and nurtured grass verge with his tyres before returning to the road and squeezing between abandoned cars.  No traffic lights were working so each junction was clogged – they were by far the favourite places to abandon automobiles no longer mobile.  We finally made it to the departure ramp three hours after leaving the hotel.

It was now only eight hours until my flight, but things weren’t about to get any better.

This world-renowned mega airport had no power either! No flight details, no check-in terminals, no baggage conveyors and, apparently, no flight-control radar.  Fortunately, the control tower could still talk to the pilots, so they were able to divert 90 per cent of the air traffic to other airports. Again my luck held because they had already printed a hard copy of the manifest for my flight.  As the plane was already on the tarmac they would be able to take my bags, write the flight number on them and manually load them on to the aircraft.  However, as no intercom was working I had to stay within a designated area from midnight while waiting for my flight to be called.  I was assured that it was ready to fly.

At the airport nothing worked. No coffee, tea or cooked meals were available and all transactions were cash, but there was nothing for sale, not even water. As a business class passenger I staked out a piece of carpet for a bed, rather than taking a spot with the commoners on the polished floor.  Although it was still daylight, I rejected the idea of going to the Business Class Lounge, as it was deep in the bowels of the terminal and I had thought ahead about what it might be like trying to find my way back to the ticket counter in the dark. So I stayed put.

Darkness fell, but there was no relief from the heat.  One serious improvement was that I could now scratch my head, armpits and crotch like a demented chimpanzee, and do so without the disapproving looks of my soap-free non-traveling traveling companions.

At midnight, right on the dot (just as the airline had told us), my flight was called. We gathered in the darkness, where the announcement was made that the flight would be delayed until the next day, as the air traffic controllers were only able to use the inadequate emergency backup system, the main system not having its own generator (something they have long since fixed).

All water from the taps stopped and bottled water ran out about 02.00am.  Surprisingly, despite the 40°C heat there was no riot, no robberies, no bad behaviour and no violence (as in New Orleans after Katrina), just a subdued resignation. The possibility of deaths from dehydration was, I suspect, quite real.  Airline staff with torches did distribute bottled water to women and children, but I did not see any men demanding their places in this modern version of Titanic’s lifeboat drill and I did not ask for anything for myself, though I knew I was seriously dehydrated.

Sometime between 4am and 8am power was partially restored and a semblance of civilised life began again.  However, the authorities had to manage the load, so the airport air conditioning was set at 28°C — still uncomfortable, but better than 42°C.  Also, the recovery of power meant they were able to pump water to refill the water tanks, bringing the taps and toilets back to life.  The toilets were a major problem, though, as nothing had been flushed for the past 18 hours. The low-paid foreign workers set uncomplainingly to work in those appalling conditions.  No sooner had they finished than the toilets went out of commission again as a backlog of desperate people filled them up faster than the system could cope.

Time crawled in a slow, sweaty, scratchy torment.  Finally, at noon the conveyors and terminals sprang to life and real, energy-guzzling civilisation returned. It was reported that fewer than a dozen CO2 producing humans had expired in the heat, thus returning their carbon to the Earth and ceasing their polluting, breathing ways. Surely a poor result from the perspective of the green-minded, who seem to think the world would be a far better place were humans not on it.

Suffice to say that at 2pm we were bussed to the plane where I found the smell of my fellow passengers more than somewhat unpleasant.  No doubt the feeling was reciprocated, as I had been in the same clothes in fearsome heat for over 30-hours. Our departure then endured yet another two-hour delay as two of the plane’s toilets were blocked to overflowing.

It was only after we took off that the pilot informed us that the control tower was supplementing radio communications with binoculars in addition to the emergency backup radar.  He said it was the first time in ten years he had made a ‘visual takeoff’, but he assured us that, as only 10 per cent of normal traffic volume was trying to get into the air, there was no real danger. Oh, good.

My relative good fortune (I hadn’t expired from heat fatigue) continued on my arrival in London for two reasons: first, I had an EU Passport, so I was not checked by Immigration.  Those with foreign passports did not have an exit stamp from Dubai so were held for interrogation Second, my checked luggage was distinctive, so I found my bags with ease.  Neither mine nor anyone else’s had been security-checked in Dubai. Heathrow management was not pleased by this and put every bag through their own intense security screen.  It took me more than an hour to clear Customs, despite having nothing to declare.

My nightmare glimpse of the Green Dream had taken me 54 hours bed-to-bed and shower-to-shower’.  I had red soap burns on my skin and my crotch was raw from scratching.  I note by way of advice in regard to our coming summer that, when the power goes out, the toilet bowl option I rejected should be embraced. As the Greens keep telling us, we must adapt to our changing  world.

Within a few years of my experience, Dubai resolved the majority of their energy deficiencies.  They have built a massive oil-burning power station and provided backup diesel generators to all essential services.  They saw the problem and took the sane, appropriate action required to benefit themselves, leaving the planet to look after itself – something it is perfectly capable of doing.

22 comments
  • Guido Negraszus

    God Bless Fossil Fuels!

  • Winston Smith

    Currently writing a novel set in the near future, post Carrington Event. Can I just use your story? What would you like me to name you? Alistaire? Dennis? Mohammed? Julie? Rover? Deathbringer IV From the Next Galaxy?
    Oh, and your personal pronouns would be a help.

  • Ian MacDougall

    Alistair Pope in my opinion can now join the abovementioned Dante and Milton. Fully qualified.
    Which goes to prove the old adage: one damned thing leads to another.
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xft3FdBvRyY&list=RDxft3FdBvRyY&start_radio=1&t=18

  • bruce

    Fortunately, I can assure the citizens of Victoria, and specifically those in inner Melbourne, that the chances of a similar event in their state are very remote. The reason is a missing adjective, more specifically one that is certain to be missing from official announcements on a possible event. Your premier is well and truly astute enough to know how to manage this sort of potential crisis, and the energy management authorities will have been briefed in advance to ensure that in the event of a shortage, available supplies are managed to ensure that ‘essential services’ are maintained. The missing adjective is ‘politically’, the brunt of the situation will be borne by industry, which is unlikely to be classified as a ‘politically essential service’, and which can just ramp back until the crisis eases and so protect the voting punters from any inconvenience.

  • rod.stuart

    Just imagine the scene at hospitals all over Dubai!

  • ianl

    Entertaining black humour, although the cumulative effects are not surprising for anyone who notices how civilisation actually works.

  • Salome

    Industry may become politically essential if it threatens to relocate and says why.

  • Tezza

    Very educational, thanks.
    I’m not sure of the precise technical nature of the Dubai failure, but it could easily have been much worse, and it could have taken much longer to restore the grid.
    I think it is still little recognised that when an AC power grid fails due to shocks from asynchronous suppliers (wind and solar) overwhelming the inertia contributed to frequency control by synchronous rotating machinery (generators spun by turbines, whether powered by coal, gas, hydro or nuclear), the result is a ‘black state’ shutdown of the grid to prevent catastrophic damage to generators, transformers and the like that would take many years to replace.
    Such a black state shutdown was what happened in S.A.
    When there is a black state shutdown of an AC grid, it can only be restarted slowly, carefully and sequentially using synchronous rotating machinery that maintains synchronous AC generation. These are the very machines now inadequate to keep the Australia Energy Market running. An AC grid can’t be restarted from non-synchronous wind and solar generation, of which we now have too much.
    One sizeable black state shutdown this summer, properly explained to the general public by power engineers, would completely transform the politics of renewable energy production in Australia.

  • Ian MacDougall

    Tezza:
    Except that as the non-renewables get used up, renewables will be the only power sources left.
    But think outside the square. Could be that in future we will have an AC grid plus a DC grid, with computer-controlled cross-linkages. As we already have for such applications as urban transport.
    My DC solar panels feed power into the AC grid (for which I get paid) via an inverter.

  • en passant

    Ian MacBot,
    You just had to make a comment, no matter how inane, didn’t you? You did not comment on the article, but felt the need to see your name in print. What is the relevance of the song you reference called ‘Life Get’s Teejus’ – apart from tediously getting your name in print and proving you are a tedious bore.
    Enlighten the world with a MacBot revelation: at present and projected offtake (and without any new discoveries) how many years before we exhaust our stock of Oil, Gas & Coal?
    I know you will not embarrass yourself by answering but will launch into a personal attack on En Passant (or whatever your real name is) … You dare not give the three numbers as they are so large that there is no chance of exhausting known reserves for generations.
    I loved this insight: “Except that as the non-renewables get used up, renewables will be the only power sources left.”
    Ever heard of NUCLEAR POWER which is unlimited and used by every sensible country. When Thorium Fusion Reactors become commercially viable (Norway and China already have them) so-called unreliable wind & diurnal solar will be consigned to the dustbin of failed solutions (except for really remote locations).

  • Alice Thermopolis

    Tezza – 20th November 2019
    “I’m not sure of the precise technical nature of the Dubai failure, but it could easily have been much worse, and it could have taken much longer to restore the grid”

    There was a “black state shutdown” in Caracas/Venezuela last year. Presumably someone got it working again?

  • Ian MacDougall

    Eyn Pyssant,
    “Ever heard of NUCLEAR POWER which is unlimited…. ?
    Perhaps it is you who should think again. I also used to think that thorium was the answer. But articles containing stuff like that below give me pause:
    “Thorium cannot in itself power a reactor; unlike natural uranium, it does not contain enough fissile material to initiate a nuclear chain reaction. As a result it must first be bombarded with neutrons to produce the highly radioactive isotope uranium-233 – ‘so these are really U-233 reactors,’ says [nuclear radiologist] Karamoskos.
    “This isotope is more hazardous than the U-235 used in conventional reactors, he adds, because it produces U-232 as a side effect (half life: 160,000 years), on top of familiar fission by-products such as technetium-99 (half life: up to 300,000 years) and iodine-129 (half life: 15.7 million years). Add in actinides such as protactinium-231 (half life: 33,000 years) and it soon becomes apparent that thorium’s superficial cleanliness will still depend on digging some pretty deep holes to bury the highly radioactive waste.”
    Like coal-fired power, thorium also depends on renewables (solar hydro and wind) not competing with it on price; meaning government subsidies for it but not for them.
    Perhaps you do not have them up in Ho Tram, Vietnam, but these days in Australian towns, cities and suburbs, one cannot chuck a brick without hitting a solar panel on somebody’s roof. That cuts into the profitability of coal-fired, and will just as surely do so for thorium, which is not in “unlimited” supply in the Earth’s crust. No element is. So pull your venomous head in on that.
    But not the sun; not the wind; not the ocean currents, and not the water cycle for hydro.
    PS: In the comment window below each article, it says ‘Have your say’. So I often accept the invitation.
    .
    https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2011/jun/23/thorium-nuclear-uranium

  • en passant

    Macbot,
    This is my last comment on this thread as I don’t like debating ignorance, blindness or my GPS.
    You never addressed the points raised in the original article.
    Coal-fired power stations have to buy useless energy from unreliables whether they need it or not – affecting their profitability and viability. I note you say you are part of this scam. Well done!
    Which is more dangerous: an element isotope with a half-life of 300,000 years or one with a half-life of 300 days? With a 300,000 year half-life it probably emits alpha, beta or gamma ray once an hour …

  • Tezza

    Alice T – thanks for the comment. My understanding is that the Venezuelan grid was eventually re-started, after many stumbles, after about 2 weeks. The interesting thing about that case is that Venezuela’s grid is unusually dependent on dominant hydro supplies. Hydro is synchronous rotating machinery, and should have made it easier to restart the grid from a black state, but the problem seems to be more in that case that all the technical grid management skills had disappeared. These quick comments are from memory, but I recall Jo Nova’s site had several treatments of the case, because it was so unusually protracted and severe.

  • Ian MacDougall

    NOTE TO ALL: Eyn Pyssant has now taken his bat and pyssed off home to Mummy. I certainly will not miss him.

  • en passant

    Tezza,
    I worked in Venezuela for 6-months (when it was a liveable country and not a socialist hellhole), but I am unaware of the incident you allude to.
    A more appropriate one is the Auckland blackout which took up 3-months to repair and have everyone back on line.

  • Ian MacDougall

    “This is my last comment on this thread as I don’t like debating….. ”
    Eyn Pyssant is back! Can’t stay away…!
    The best is yet to come..!

  • Tezza

    Alice and En Passant – here is a link to one of several interesting jo nova posts on the black state shutdown of the Venezuelan grid, and the protracted problems in attempting to restart it:
    http://joannenova.com.au/2019/03/venezuelas-melt-down-blackout-day-six-and-the-grid-struggles-to-reboot/

  • en passant

    Tezza & Alice,
    Thanks for the reference. When I was in Vz it had the highest per capita income in South America. Now, despite vast oil and gas resources it is now one of the poorest. People are dying from the effects of this Chavista induced poverty. That is totalitarian socialism at work.
    As Joanne says in the comments from one of her readers: “This is not a game sane people want to play. Societies melt down in a matter of days to weeks without electric power, water, food, transportation, communication, etc.”
    The experience in Dubai demonstrated that also, yet Auckland, SA and others have not suffered the same catastrophic fates. I think this might be because so much aid can be poured in from outside. For instance, when SA went down the Victorian Interconnector kicked in – and then also had a meltdown as it was never designed to provide baseload power, but just top up the margins. I worked for a year at the second largest electricity generator in Oz, implementing new maintenance systems. The ‘Insiders’ I worked with plotted the current mess 20 years ago. When I arrived I was given a briefing on the strategies and policies in place since 1945. This called for enough generating capacity to be available to meet the worst projected peak demand + a safety margin of 20% minimum to 25% optimum. To maintain this a small hill had been levelled nearby and the plans for a new power station were ready. As the State Electricity was a statutory body they were funding positive (from the electricity bills industry and you and I pay). They also paid a fixed dividend to the State Government (so this determined the price). To fund a new power station required government approval and for interest-bearing funds to be loaned to the generator.
    The project was not approved and we were to squeeze more blood from existing stones through improved maintenance efficiency. This could be done, but it created a long-term problem as demand increased and we started to cut into the safety margin. And cut & cut & cut. The solution then became the National Grid on the spurious logic that If SA needed electricity it could draw on the resources of other states not currently using their full capacity. The possibility that a national heatwave might affect all states was dismissed (Canute-like) as politically unacceptable.
    I have not checked recently, but last time I looked, only Queensland and NSW had surplus capacity, Victoria has a razor-thin margin and SA is permanently in the Red. Tasmania can contribute some, sometimes as they stopped hydro dam building decades ago. So, just today I heard the latest thought-bubble that will save us is Hydrogen – just not tomorrow or this summer.
    Anyway, I wish you both luck as I fly out for Vietnam in 19 days. They have completed the upgrades and extensions to the Ba Ria coal-oil-gas-fired power station, so my electricity is unlimited, reliable and 30% the price of Oz.
    It did not take the Vietnamese very long to figure out that socialism was a crock, so they adapted and encouraged businesses to flourish and people to get rich. Now that’s my kind of socialism …

  • Ian MacDougall

    NOTE TO READERS:
    Eyn Pyssant has had a bit of trouble understanding my Comment #3 above. Specifically: the relevance of “Which goes to prove the old adage: one damned thing leads to another.”
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xft3FdBvRyY&list=RDxft3FdBvRyY&start_radio=1&t=18
    But I am sure that if he looks at it again as many times as necessary he will sooner or later be enlightened. As the Bible says: “Seek and ye shall find.”

  • pgang

    NOTE TO READERS:
    Ian MacDougall (or whatever his real name is) is an anti coal mining NIMBY. Because he has no valid argument upon which to base his irrelevant positions on coal, other fossil fuels and AGW, he inevitably reverts to the same sort of irrational actions you would expect from a toddler who is refused his or her immediate demands.
    Although his callous and careless ignorance of the situation in Venezuela is of course inexcusable.

  • Ian MacDougall

    ‘pgang’ (or whatever your real name is.) I participate here using my real name: unlike you and certain others who choose to hide behind noms-de-blog. And inexcusably, I have nothing to say about Venezuela..!
    Please tell me what you think I should say. I can’t wait, peegang. Or is that code for ‘gang pee.’ ?

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