It was a good idea to walk along Dubai Creek in the early morning. Before the sun came up and reduced us to shriveled dried-out beings. Traditional ornate wooden dhows were tied up in a long row. They are mostly only used as floating dinner restaurants. The Creek itself is not a creek at all but rather an inlet from the sea.
Locals lined up their yoga mats on the footpath for a public yoga session. Young men did press-ups on the grass. Arabian cats rested on park benches. The city woke up, and heated up. We spent the morning getting sun-burnt by the pool.
Like real tourists we had booked an afternoon tour of the city. It was informative and fortunately the bus highly air-conditioned. It ended with a boat ride across the Creek to the spice and gold souks. Very glittery and touristy.
Locals lined up their yoga mats on the footpath for a public yoga session. Young men did press-ups on the grass. Arabian cats rested on park benches. The city woke up, and heated up. We spent the morning getting sun-burnt by the pool.Like real tourists we had booked an afternoon tour of the city. It was informative and fortunately the bus highly air-conditioned. It ended with a boat ride across the Creek to the spice and gold souks. Very glittery and touristy.
The day ended at the Chelsea Arms again. There's not much choice if you want a beer in a dry country. But the soccer was exciting - Japan versus Senegal.
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