Answering
the call of our nomadic blood, we are moving again :-) initially was to be back
to Cairo, but the best laid plans.... J
My son is on a dream-come-true vacation, living in a hotel, having forsaken the insides of a school since April this year, with no respite in sight till September (till schools reopen in this part of the world). Some guys have all the luck! Though as hubby dear (R) rather acidly points out J that I have been on a really long one that still ain't over!
So after all that rambling, in Dubai now!
While folks back home enjoy the monsoon showers, I
am alternating between sweltering in the hot sun and getting dehydrated in
the aircon. Unfortunately the dehydration does not extend to actually shrinking
my size, but a girl can always live in hope, right?
Since the Egyptian powers-that-be have yet to stop their shenanigans and the protests continue, it’s been decided that we should instead spend time gainfully employed, emptying our wallets in the mall capital of the world - Dubai.
Each time I come to this city (which somehow I manage every 2-3 years despite my protestations to the contrary) it reinvents itself!! The buildings are awesome (makes you feel grateful for at least a Bandra Kurla :-) ) in all possible shapes and sizes, ubiquitous use of glass (I am glad I don’t run the cleaning agency) and in patches, seriously more green than Bombay! Actually, it’s a lot like living in a cleaner and more glamorised version of Bombay. But I suspect, I'd take Cairo over Dubai any day! As a friend very aptly put it - there's something about cosmopolitan chic and glitz glamour and petro dollars that doesn't quite connect, lol! Or maybe it’s my Cairo hangover!
Had some interesting exchanges including being handed a cappuccino with ice-cream in lieu of a "cold coffee with ice-cream". I suspect the waiter took the 'cold coffee" bit literally, but as a friend rightly pointed out, the toffs ask for Frappe or Iced Coffee! J
Since the Egyptian powers-that-be have yet to stop their shenanigans and the protests continue, it’s been decided that we should instead spend time gainfully employed, emptying our wallets in the mall capital of the world - Dubai.
Each time I come to this city (which somehow I manage every 2-3 years despite my protestations to the contrary) it reinvents itself!! The buildings are awesome (makes you feel grateful for at least a Bandra Kurla :-) ) in all possible shapes and sizes, ubiquitous use of glass (I am glad I don’t run the cleaning agency) and in patches, seriously more green than Bombay! Actually, it’s a lot like living in a cleaner and more glamorised version of Bombay. But I suspect, I'd take Cairo over Dubai any day! As a friend very aptly put it - there's something about cosmopolitan chic and glitz glamour and petro dollars that doesn't quite connect, lol! Or maybe it’s my Cairo hangover!
Had some interesting exchanges including being handed a cappuccino with ice-cream in lieu of a "cold coffee with ice-cream". I suspect the waiter took the 'cold coffee" bit literally, but as a friend rightly pointed out, the toffs ask for Frappe or Iced Coffee! J
Trips to
the richly furnished L tallest building in the
world and fantastic eating places with generous libations, that do little
for our already burgeoning waistlines J - it’s all a part of my Dubai
experience.
My son is on a dream-come-true vacation, living in a hotel, having forsaken the insides of a school since April this year, with no respite in sight till September (till schools reopen in this part of the world). Some guys have all the luck! Though as hubby dear (R) rather acidly points out J that I have been on a really long one that still ain't over!
So after all that rambling, in Dubai now!
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