Prayers start at the local
mosque somewhere between 5 and 6 in the morning and are repeated at intervals
throughout the day. I said to Sue that
it was a good thing that the man leading the prayers had a strong tuneful voice
and was very disillusioned to be told that it’s probably a recording.
Yesterday morning I turned
my back on soukhs and heritage sites and beaches and went to Marks and Spencers. I was
longing for new Marks’ underwear, unobtainable in the Dordogne. I shopped joyfully and nearly made an awful
mistake. I was just about to take my
basket to the “Pay Here” counter, when I realised that it was a “Pay Here” for
men and there was another checkout (for ladies) at the other side of the
shop. There are a lot of expats in Dubai
but I’m sure it can’t be acceptable to scatter your undies across the men’s
section.
Sue took me to downtown
Dubai in the afternoon and we rode an abas (a little wooden boat) across the
creek and then took another one back again - probably one of the best bargains in Dubai at just
under 20p each way.
Later I walked
to the Dubai Museum through one of the older soukhs, selling mainly pashminas, cushions and
hangings.
The Museum was fun with lots of life size tableaux picturing old Arab life
emphasising the idea that modern Dubai life has arrived very suddenly. There was also rather a dangerous looking
door.
Door with sharp metal edges |
After the Museum I got caught up in one of
the sillier aspects of modern Dubai life.
I wanted to go back by metro and, walking from the Museum to the stop I needed, I found
myself in a street full of hasslers.
“Madam, madam, what you want – I got copy watch, copy bag, copy
perfume.” This was repeated continually along the street. I just wanted to
get to the metro station and tried, “No,
no thank you,” a few times but ended up just ignoring them. They were fairly overwhelming.
Last night was a party –
Ursula and Sally, two of Peter’s work colleagues, had very close birthdays. Ursula’s flat was beautiful and the mainly
university crowd were a very nice bunch.
And there was alcohol.
With Ursula |
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