Well this comes to what I wanted to share about Dubai, it has NONE of this at all. Dubai is a city made for cars. Not for bicycles, motorcycles, scooter, foot, none of the above. It is made for HUGE cars that look like tanks.
Everyone here drives one of those huge hummers, the size of a mini school bus. When I was contemplating to buy my dream BMW Z4, i realized it looked so minuscule beside one of these giants. And yes, I have yet to mention about one of those monster trucks they drive here!
The huge toys they have here!
Before I arrived in this city, there were images in my head, I would walk to the nearest markets, get to know the place and the people. But then again, it was all in my head. During Ramadan, almost all the restaurants are closed and people would usually gather for meals at friends places. The night before it was my turn to cook dinner, the Metro had to breakdown. The cabs had to disappear from the roads. The weather had to be 45 degrees. The mall had to be horribly far away.
I had to go to the supermarket to get my groceries by hook or by crook if not the dinner party would not materialize! I was thinking, since I could see the mall, it should take too long. Somehow, I conveniently forgot about the 8 lanes highway between my apartment and the mall. Although it was in plain sight, I had to walk to the nearest overhead bridge, which was about 1 km away from my house and the mall and 1km back towards the mall.
It wasn't the distance that killed me, it was the temperature that did. When I arrived at the supermarket, I was drenched in my own sweat. Then a cab appeared.
I almost pulled my hair out i swear. Well, then again, this is Dubai. There are days you would kill to be here. There are others, you would die being here.
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