One of the things that amazes me about this place is how international the community is. The joke about Dubai is that you will never see an Emirate. Chances are that your taxi driver is from Pakistan or India. Many of the staff in shops, restaurants, and hotels are from all over Asia and the Middle East. It has been catching a glimpse of Iran that has proven most alluring for me. I’ve met several people from there; some working here, others passing through. You can have your pick of restaurants, from upscale like the one in the Hyatt to fast food versions, to try Iranian food. I’d never thought how international their menus would be serving caviar and tikka mixed grill.
Saturday morning, I woke up still undecided about what to do. I was tempted to spend some of the time in the hotel, using the gym and the Jacuzzi. In the end, I stayed in bed like a lazy, happy vacationer before deciding to catch the free shuttle to Dubai Mall. This is the mall to end all malls, supposedly the biggest in the world. It has an underwater zoo, which I didn’t make it to, and an aquarium, part of which you can see for free as you wander around. However, the real lure was the promise of constant AC during the main heat of the day. I shuffled around the four stories for a few hours. It has a great food court—I ate at Hatam, an Iranian restaurant. After that, I was pretty much done. Souks are one thing: interesting and alive, but malls are just blaze in my humble opinion. Having said that, I will say that the architecture for Dubai Mall was quite nice and its “Gold Souk” very exquisite.
I caught the free shuttle to Jumeirah Beach Resort because it was supposed to be a short taxi ride to the public beach. What the mall information misinformed me about was a place to change, so even though my swimsuit was in my bag, I never ended up doing more than wading. Asking at the hotel, I found out the open beach was actually a short walk, just out the hotel and the next street on my left. I walked. The gulf water was an almost emerald green like nothing I’d seen before. There were two shaded structures, so I sat under one and pulled out my book to read as I’d done so many times in Haifa. The beach was no so very crowded, but nothing about Dubai is crowded at this time of year except maybe some of the narrow roads near the souks. Looking behind me, I noticed the Jumeirah Mosque. I took time debating about walking the several blocks over to it, unsure that I’d be allowed inside. As I was pulling out my map and making up my mind to try it (after all, I’d brought an umbrella to shade me from the unrelenting sun), the call to prayer began. That would not work now, and I’d already purchased a ticket to go up the Burj K, the world’s tallest building at 7 PM, that being close to sunset and much cooler.
Examining the map more closely, I realized that the familiar looking structure to my left was actually Burj al-Arab, the famous self-proclaimed “seven star” hotel. Armed with a new plan, I packed up my belongings, pulled out my red umbrella, and headed in the correct direction. I was walking slowly and shaded but still the heat made the journey seem significant instead of a mere few blocks. I arrived at the entrance, sopping wet from the heat and covered in sand. I felt anything but elegant. Still, it was hot, and they really could not expect much else. I told the security man that I wanted to go inside for a fruit drink. I was presented with a single option of taking “tea” at a restaurant inside for a price that made my head swim. I smiled and said that would be fine, thinking of the time I had not ridden on a gondola because the price was a few Euros higher than I’d expected.
Into this palace of extravagance I went. Almost immediately on entering, I located the ladies’ room. As soon as it was empty, I unabashedly washing my feet and calves in the sink, cleaned my face, brushed my hair, and in general succeeding in making myself look like something other than a royal mess. I took some shots of the lobby and found a staff member who was kind enough to take some photos of me. Finally, I took the elevator down to the J— Room for my appointment. It was a cruel twist of fate that this would be the Asian restaurant. I was given two cocktails and a snack, but pursuing the snack list was unimpressive: dim sum, fried prawns, etc. None of it looked out of the ordinary and all of it I’d had almost daily for the past month. I decided to try the Korean option because I’d never had it before. The mocktails were exciting because they weren’t sweet. The first was a blend of jasmine tea, banana, and kiwi. The second was watermelon juice with raspberry puree.
About halfway through my snack, a group of ladies about my age who were sitting next to me asked if I would take their picture. Soon we were talking up a storm. They were from Iran. One of them was working in Cyprus as an architect alongside her husband. They were on holiday having left their husbands behind with the children. I was sorry to have to leave them to make my appointment.
The staff called a taxi for me that reminded me of the Silver Birds in Jakarta. I arrived at the mall in style. I had just enough time to go to the entrance to the Burj in the mall’s basement. The elevator ride up 124 floors takes exactly one minute. It is so smooth that you can only tell you are moving because the pressure makes your ears pop—unbelievable. Outside on the observation desk, the view was amazing though hazy from the silicon that fills the air. Just like Israel, it’s better to visit after the first rain. When I came down, it was time for the water show outside the hotel. It was shorter than the one you can see in Las Vegas, but still very cool. I walked to the metro from the mall. It’s a very clean and new system that is very reasonably priced. I highly recommend it though I will warn that there aren’t many seats; expect to stand.
Today is my last day here, and I took today slowly. After lying in bed half the morning, I made a quick trip to the souk one last time. Partially I went there to have shwarma for lunch. (I liked this dish in Israel, but I’m still baffled by my strong attachment to everything Arab.) I worked out at the gym briefly in the afternoon. I took tea in the hotel lobby waiting for the day’s heat to dissipate somewhat. Today has been a rest day, just the perfect day for me to relax by myself. I’m a little surprised that without internet or company for the last two days that I’m anything but lonely. I’ve met a few really interesting people and have had plenty of time for me doing whatever it is I feel like. Still, I won’t be sorry to be home tomorrow.