Friday, 24 October 2014

WE HAVE AN HOUR TO PACK AND GET THE F*** OUT OF DUBAI #2










On our third day we headed away from the sky scrapers and into the serene desert. Dubai has crazy large buildings and tonnes of construction work in progress, so it was nice to escape it all to go to a completely different part of the Emirates which is almost untouched by humans. The day started with a jeep safari; honestly... it was sickening. I think it is something you have to do once in your life, but then you will be haunted by the vivid memories of stomach turning and sand hopping. The views and the complete empty space for miles around you and the view of the sunsetting on the dunes I have to say do make it worth it though. 

Our tour then provided an evening in the desert. We were treated to a belly dancing show where enthusiastic tourists were invited to join her for some belly rolling, some local dancing in which a man used his illuminated skirt to make all sorts of spectacular shapes while fastly spinning to the beat of the music. There was also traditional BBQed food, sheeshas, camel rides and henna tattoos and we took full advantage of all the Arabian night time treats on offer. The whole day and night cost just a mere £20, if you are ever in Dubai and would like to do something similar book here.






As previously mentioned flying is my number one joy, in second place is water parks. Take me to a theme park and I'll refuse to get on anything apart from the teacups but add a bit of water and you will find me at the front of the queue. Atlantis, The Palm is one of Dubai's biggest resorts; I don't even know if you could call it a hotel. Not only does it have rooms to stay, it has a water park that guests have free access to every day, a private beach, many shops and more restaurants that you could ever dream of visiting on a one week holiday. With all the activities and facilities on offer I think this would be the ideal hotel for families, but we just had day passes which suited us perfectly. It was a dream day spent sliding and slithering down the many slides, getting stuck circling the (massive) lazy river twice due to missing our turning and my personal favourite going down a slide that led us into a shark tank, the only thing shielding us from the water villains was glass walls.

After a lovely day, we were ready for our final night at Dubai's markets, but everything didn't quite go to plan...

It started off with a taxi ride that was meant to take around 10 minutes lasting over an hour due to extreme Friday traffic. This would have been fine but our taxi driver was insisting on taking us out for dinner and he pointed out the rape laws meant that if he did anything then he would no longer be allowed to live in Dubai. He probably should just not be raping people anyway. Alarm bells began to rand and we were on edge for the entire taxi drive, but when we arrived at the markets we were willing to shake it off and spend the night happily shopping away.

We walked into the first shop and were immediately led out on a ten minute walk to a warehouse. The shop was amazing the walls lined with bags and shoes that were almost identical to their designer counterparts. The smiles began to creep back on to our faces. After around an hour choosing our favourites we sat down to talk prices. He wanted £200 for a fake Prada bag, that to me is ridiculous when you could get a real Michael Kors bag for around the same price. The once friendly shopping assistant began to get angry when Abbi told him the flaws in his products and the pricing. The bags and shoes that lined the shop walls now looked sad and their differences to the real version were alarming and I wondered how I hadn't noticed on my walk in. We were then practically chased out of the shop with aggressive arm gestures and cursing in Arabic. It was right then and there we vowed never to even consider buying anything fake again. I would rather wait until I'm 30 and have the real thing than go somewhere so phoney, cheap and seedy ever again in my life.

We were stressed and felt so lost, but being the optimists we are we decided we would proceed to the Dubai Mall to rescue the night by seeing the mesmerising water fountains one more time and having some proper retail therapy. We arrived and discovered the mall was closing in ten minutes we ran around like loons in our high wedges trying to find the fountains again. Realising how desperate and ridiculous we were being I shouted to Abbi "STOP!". Immediately when we looked at each other the uncontrollable giggles started and the whole night just turned into our very own SATC "Let's get the f*** out of Dubai" night.


The night was rescued however when we got a table at the Cheesecake Factory and my sister got an email informing her that she had got through to an Assessment Day for a Solicitor Training Contract, I couldn't be a prouder little sister if I tried. As a whole the holiday was amazing, and I would love to go back to Dubai in around 10 years to see how all the completed building work affects the city and how much the fast paced city has changed.
Friends come and go and you realise as you get older that some of them just weren't meant to remain in your life, but there's one person I know I can always rely on, the person who has been my best friend since the moment I took in my first breath, the one who carries me home when I'm too drunk, who covers for me to our parents when I lose my keys/phone for the 1000th time, the one who will listen to me moan about the same boy over and over, the one who always offers me her ear, her shoulder and her pearls of wisdom when life goes wrong even though she told me so: my perfect big sister. Thank you Abbi for a beautiful trip.


Have any of you been to Dubai? What do you think of the destination?

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