And finally I get around to posting about our
Dubai trip in April (I reckon it's just because it is easier to type than upload pictures, which I am about to do).
We were in Dubai to see our friend Terry who is working in Dubai for while as it was his 30th birthday. He is (maybe was by now) living in a pretty large apartment (I mean, it had four toilets and there were only two of them living there), which looked like it was totally furnished by IKEA (including a pot that Tina had noticed was recalled). Unfortunately, Tina had an essay due in on the Tuesday of our holiday, which mean that we spent the first few days inside the apartment whilst she worked on it.....she managed to get it in (via Susie, I can't imagine the post in Dubai is that great).
We did go out to a few various places for dinner whilst we were there, and I tried some new things, although the most obviously strange food was on the first day, when, in the Lebanese restaurant I had a plate of raw meat, and also sparrow roasted in a pomegranate source, it was pretty weird.
Once Tina had finished work we had a couple of days to do some stuff during the day, and on one we went on a Desert Safari, which basically consisted of riding in a jeep through some sand dunes, and then going to a place in the desert that served arab ood and had a belly dancer....here's some photos



Tina also got some mendhi (is that spelt correctly?) done...

At this place, we could also dress up in traditional arab dress.....like so

Tina got up and did a bit of belly dancing (I have a video but it is sideways....if I work out how to flip it I'll post it)

but we do have a decent enough video of me sandboarding (in the dark)
Other than the desert safari, we had a look around the Mall of the Emirates, which, as well as being a pretty large mall, also houses an indoor ski-slope, which we didn't go into as it looked cold, and we weren't in Dubai to get cold. We also went and looked at the 7-star hotel, but didn't go in as you have to pay...

Dubai, I think was reported, has a third of the worlds cranes (I'm not sure, that sounds a lot), but certainly it was a complete building site. From what I can gather, there are two building being erected that are vying for he highest building in the world, and they won't tell each other how tall they are going to be in case the other trumps them (I think the same happened in New York with the
Empire State Building and the
Chrysler building). There are also lots and lots of hotels, a spanking new large airport and a new theme park (called Dubailand) under construction. There is already a seven laned road through the middle of the city, and it already has plenty of traffic jams, so I don't know what it will be like with all the extra tourists this redevelopment is obviously being targetted at.
Another thing was that I thought there wouldn't be anywhere to get a drink, but it turns out that almost every hotel has a bar (mostly English themed) so there were no problems at all. Funny thing is that almost every bar had a drunk arab propping up the bar. We went into one Irish pub that felt so much like being at home that we actually forgot we were in Dubai (Although, to be honest, the halal steak didn't taste great).
With all this tourism drive (obviously because they are planning for when the oil runs out), I can see it becoming cheaper to go there, and it could quite possibly end up as the new young person haunt (although maybe not as bad as Ayia Napa or Cancun).
We also went to the Indian bazaar to buy Tina's outfit for Dev's wedding in July. This involved haggling (not by me, Tina or Terry, but by Terry's cousin on the end of a phone back in England). I think I would be too scared to try that really. We managed to get the outfit for about fifty quid, tailored to fit Tina, so I reckon we did quite well. I can't post photos yet as otherwise it will spoil the surprise for the wedding. It was funny in the material shop, as the assistent seemed to have no clue about what we were after (e.g. say we were lloking for blue and silver, he would bring over red and gold). He did keep getting shouted at for his troubles, poor lad.