I’m still trying to figure out what the deal is with Dubai. I’m amazed that it has been built out of virtually nothing in such a short period of time but it seems to have no local culture, no vibe, no native pulse. Or if such does exist it seems to be mighty well hidden. I spent a couple nights there earlier in the month for the Dubai Air Show and did well enough by it, I suppose, but I still really don’t understand the love some seem to show for it.
Thanks to a friend living there I got to escape the hotel and high-rise area of downtown, trading it for the hotel and high-rise area at the Dubai Marina. On the plus side the breeze was cooling and the beers were ice-cold (and only moderately overpriced for being at a hotel bar). And the views weren’t all that bad either, though it easily could have been transplanted just about anywhere and been the same gaggle on display.
Beyond that, Burj Khalifa is really, really tall. And it lights up well at night. I still haven’t been up in it. Doesn’t seem like there would be much to see with the constant haze and staring out into a desert.
At least it is reasonably photogenic, assuming you can get a wide enough angle.
Just watching the traffic roll by in front of the Burj Khalifa in Downtown Dubai. Fun timelapse from a half hour or so of activity.
One of the more surreal moments came on the evening of day two as I relaxed pool-side with a couple colleagues. We were enjoying a beer in between the show and dinner when the adhan, the call to prayer, came for the last time that day. There was something wonderful and bizarre to me about the juxtaposition of that experience. Is this what the quintessential Dubai experience is supposed to be??
This was my second time in Dubai. Maybe I need a third, just to be sure about the place, but I’m not betting on that any time soon.
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