Is it a rich place? Is it an oppressed place? Is it just a bunch of buildings clumped together in the middle of the desert? Maybe.
To me, Dubai has been a crazy dream. A dream that started with a jolt but has since turned into an adventure.
Picture a wet sauna, if you will. Now imagine going into one fully clothed, carrying a 10 pound backpack and a camera. This is how Dubai is in August.
I know I've mentioned the heat before, but this not your average hot-day-in-Texas, my friend. I'm talking about blistering, hard-to-breathe, mind-numbing heat. Heat so crippling to the senses that you forget to even drink water. All rational thought is blurred.
At first, I considered throwing in the towel (no pun intended) and reroute to Jordan - Ethiopia - anywhere else but here. But then I gathered my senses: If some of these ladies can do it fully-covered, how could I complain? I sucked it up and braved it Emirati-style. And you know what? It's not so hot anymore (okay it might still be a bit).
Yet somehow everything's in Arabic and the dress is a little different.
Wandering the streets and corridors of Old Dubai, I was often the only tourist among a sea of busy locals, peering into the lives of people who live so far away from what I call home. But this is their home.
With some of the original 18th century city walls still intact, I fell in love with Old Dubai for what it showed: remnants of the quiet little fishing village and trading post Dubai once was. Before they found all that oil.
As you can see, it was so hot it was virtually empty. I felt like the Sheikh himself. Of course, I'd be spending all my money building other things.
That's the beauty of traveling alone. You open yourself to meeting so many different people that you learn from. People you wouldn't ever meet if you traveled in a group or with a tour.
Dirk and I did a little exploring through the old 'souks' (Arabic for market) and the upscale Jumeirah neighborhood, famous for one of its hotels in particular...
So I checked their menu. An appetizer? $150. Entree? $250-350. Caviar? $900. I think this was the lunch menu.
However, I did gain beach access to the hotel via dressing up and pretending to be a guest at the Jumeirah Beach Hotel. That one's only $600 a night, I think. What a bargain!
After the beach, I decided to splurge a little and do some skiing at the new SKI DUBAI in the Emirates Mall! Only 10 minutes from the beach.
On a random note, I saw a woman on the subway in a full-body burqa with an "Oi Oi Oi (Danza Kuduro)" ringtone. Good times.
As for today, I got frustrated with my tablet (wouldn't let me blog/upload videos), so I bit the bullet and bought a small computer; electronics are supposedly cheaper in Dubai, they say. At least it came with a nifty Arabic keyboard!
So how do you put a city like this into words? You really can't.
(See you soon, Oman!)
P.S. It took me 4 excruciating hours to upload these pictures on this sad internet connection. Thanks for reading!