Oh when will you be mine? Dubai, Dubai, Dubai......
Dubai Airport terminal is a mile long and all Chadstone - one huge shopping mall from end to end. Except that it is a Chadstone with a twist - a middle eastern twist, with goldplate and palm trees (inside the mall).
It's a very interesting place because it contains such a different mixture of people to what we normally come across. There are lots of Saudi's - they remind me of the curate at primary school Father "what a waste" Fitzgerald - all white cassock, and slim goodlooks. Except that father Fitzgerald never wore a head-dress quite like these gents. At security there's a collection of hijab wearing ladies checking that everything is secure and ship-shape (Dubai it would appear is liberal abut women working). There are crowds of men in crocheted lace tea-cozy hats, with dignified (if long) beards and wearing white home-spun gowns - haji's on the way to Mecca.
Oh and there's the occasion black goddess sauntering down the causeway, slim, tall with the hautere to match and then there's me. Tired, bleary eyed and wondering how to get the second cup of coffee from the cafe using a combination of Dhiramm's and Euro's - it's a puzzle. Indeed if I wasn't so tired, and was a bit more outgoing Dubai airport would be rather fun - lots of conversations to be had with very different kinds of people.
Ciao,
Geoff
It's a very interesting place because it contains such a different mixture of people to what we normally come across. There are lots of Saudi's - they remind me of the curate at primary school Father "what a waste" Fitzgerald - all white cassock, and slim goodlooks. Except that father Fitzgerald never wore a head-dress quite like these gents. At security there's a collection of hijab wearing ladies checking that everything is secure and ship-shape (Dubai it would appear is liberal abut women working). There are crowds of men in crocheted lace tea-cozy hats, with dignified (if long) beards and wearing white home-spun gowns - haji's on the way to Mecca.
Oh and there's the occasion black goddess sauntering down the causeway, slim, tall with the hautere to match and then there's me. Tired, bleary eyed and wondering how to get the second cup of coffee from the cafe using a combination of Dhiramm's and Euro's - it's a puzzle. Indeed if I wasn't so tired, and was a bit more outgoing Dubai airport would be rather fun - lots of conversations to be had with very different kinds of people.
Ciao,
Geoff
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