Unplanned but unavoidable. Our flight from Istanbul to Karachi wasn’t mentioned in our budget but we had to skip Iran because of British-Iranian visa policy. Well, maybe next time. Anyway, I was happy we could stop in Dubai which was quite intriguing for me and I could see my best friend from Hungary, Bori, who is working for Emirates Airlines.
After landing in the middle of the night a wave of hot air and taste of sand welcomed us in the city of millionaires. By taxi we got to Bori’s place where we had few hours of sleep. Working for Emirates is a dream of many people and she definitely has a good life there with her own place and travelling all around the world. As we had just one day to see the city she became our guide and showed us the best spots. ‘The best’, mean avarage to me as the whole city wasn’t impressive at all. The highest Burj Khalifa yes, it’s impressive but nothing breathtaking. The same with the rest of the skyscrapers and hotels which reminds me of a concrete jungle. Looking at the pictures before coming here I expected something more but I think this place is simply overrated. Of course, if you have money it’s a heaven. Shopping in the best shopping malls, going out and using all the entertainments (including skiing in the middle of the mall) that Dubai has to offer. If you are as poor as us you will be bored as the only entertainment is going to the beach or park that is hard to find in this desserty area.
We had a nice walk around the city though, having a little overview of the area. Madinat Jumeirah was probably the best place, I guess because you could actually find there some greenery. The wealth of some Arab people was amazing- the best cars, best branded clothes, you could smell money in the air. The religion has a strong influence there so you couldn’t find a woman without black burka (as I call it: bat suit) and a man without a traditional Arab outfit. What is surprising, there is still lots of foreigners with their own culture and traditions. Most of them, unfortunately come from poor countries like Philippines or Bangladesh and work hard there for many years in order to help their families to survive. Most of them have the worst jobs and haven’t seen their relatives for years. So, as always, two sides of the city: the rich and the poor one.
In the end of the day we visited the symbol of Dubai- Burj Al Arab hotel, a huge congrete sail proudly representing United Arab Emirates. Tired after a long day trip we came back home to have a dinner and rest before the next flight that was at midnight. It was amazing to see my old friend after at least 2 years apart, share our memories and everything that has happened recently in our lifes. But one day in Dubai was enough for us. After all the recommendations and beautiful stories about this place I realised it’s definitely not for me. I need to breath and not this air filled with concrete and fakeness.