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Travel Blogs from Dubai
Well here we are, finally. Water, coffee, shower and a lie down later, we are ready to brave the heat.
Hotel is roomy and more than adequate.
The heat is truly something to behold - it certainly is a desert. No one is out in the day and after dusk the workers appear.
Walked to the Mall of the Emirates about 5 minutes …
... grew up in a household of nine all those years ago. It was really great catch up with family and to be treated so royally. Helen and Roger very kindly delivered us safely to the Sydney airport at peak hour and on time. We are now completely independent with just a suitcase and a backpack each. Today we arrived at Dubai. It is Ramadan and around 38 degrees outside. We will go exploring once we have had ...
... Not one smiling face to be seen. Then came the wait for the luggage which took almost an hour. By the time I left, I was glad that I'd spent the extra money to get picked up from the airport rather than try and wrangle the public transport system.
My transport driver Isuf drove me to the hotel which took about half an hour. This town doesn't seem to have much in the way of beauty. I guess that's what you get when you build a town in the middle of a desert. The hotel I have is ...
... nourishing the soul bit).
I began the day with a quick change of plans, as the Metro
here apparently is closed until 1pm on Fridays (and this I found out as I
entered the building to security decked out in combat fatigues greeted me and
gently told me so). So first stop, Dubai Mall! Where you can see a reconstructed
dinosaur, an aquarium, go ice skating and watch a fashion show in between
shopping til you drop. Then a peek at Burj Khalifa, ...
... The smell of friendly herbs, new scarfs and unwashed rugs penetrates my nose. Coming from our luxury-apartment this is like a holiday on just 15 minutes drive. We work our way through the gold souk and find ourselves facing the Creek. Boats with people are sailing to the other side, but how to get there. We ask a local, who in bare English tells us "one Dhiram". We don't get him at first, so we ask a harbor-employee. "Roundtrip? 130 Dhirams ...