Dubai is the city of superlatives.
The – best, largest, biggest, tallest, luxurious, richest,, iconic, uniquest, fastest, cleanest, most-est…
We stayed at the Marina Sheraton (filled with Russian guests), nine stories tall. Ten years ago we stayed at the Ritz Carlton, four stories tall. These hotels are now absolutely dwarfed by dozens and dozens of 30 -100 story neighbors but they both have vast private lawns and beaches; and are reminiscent of the Raffles in Singapore and the Metropole in Hanoi, symbols of a bygone era in travel.
On Dubai Creek – a U-shaped nine mile long inlet – is the old quarters. Amongst everything you’ll find gypsum and coral buildings, gold and spice souks, textiles and wooden dhow boats delivering goods and merchandise to the Middle East and North Africa. The lack of everything tall and big is a contrast to the new Dubai. Contrary to the balance of the Emirates, only 1% of Dubai’s annual revenues come from oil and gas. It is sustaining and succeeding on returns from shipping, logistics, finance and tourism.
Dubai’s population is just over 3,000,000 with approximately 15% being UAE nationals, the rest are expats. Islam is the state religion.
Nationals wear traditional clothing – women, the Abaya (long cloak – mostly in black) with a hijab and men, the Kandura (long cloak with long sleeves – white in the summer and darker colors in the winter) and the ghutrah (head-dress).
On the contrary women were wearing clothing so revealing that it left nothing to the imagination – g-string bathing suits were the rage on the beach – worn by young women to old ladies!
With the cruise in the rear mirror we now have the time and freedom to explore at our pace.
