Friday morning.
I asked the Al Uruba hotel manager where the closest metro was, as I planned to go into the Satwa neighborhood where I'd stick my foot into the Arabian Gulf at one of the public beaches and also have lunch at a place recommended here. He directed me to the Al Ras station.
As usual, it was a sunny day in Dubai, right in the temperature zone I like - low 70s. I walked a couple of blocks to the Al Ras station and learned the metro was closed until 1:00 p.m. because it was Friday, which is the Muslim day of prayer (at a mosque, for men) that more or less corresponds to a Sabbath.
What to do? Looked like the buses were running, but that would have required me to climb a learning curve vis a vis routes and all that.
So I commenced walking in the general direction of my destination, with the dubious assistance of a for-shit tourist map that reminded me of the for-shit tourist map for Las Cruces, New Mexico.
Here are some things I saw on my walk:
Customs Building |
Drydocks |
The Geek Restaurant |
I was there! |
Lambourghini, parked at the RAMADA, for God's sake! |
Men walking and cycling to prayer at the mosque |
Pretty flats |
Al Burj, that bony finger, in the distance, on the right |
Had lunch at Sidra. The mixed grill kebab I ordered was only so-so. I loved the bowl of fresh vegetables, the bread, and the hummous, though.
Air-conditioned bus stop |
After lunch, I walked to the public beach. No photos permitted.
Walked into the Arabian Gulf, aka Persian Gulf. The water was a little chilly.
One of the things I'd brought back with me from home was a blue pashmina. I had it with me and I laid it on the sand, sat on it, and read one of my sci-fi classics, The Moon is a Harsh Mistress, by Robert Heinlein.
There were quite a few people enjoying the beach. There was a lifeguard, too. I think he was also there to make sure no one took photos on the beach. I saw some people take photos not-so-surreptitiously with their phones.
The sun threatened to set in the near future, so I left the beach and stopped at a grocery store to get dinner and also something for my long layover in Azerbaijan the next day when I returned to Georgia.
I took a taxi back to the hotel.
Later that night, if I leaned out my window, I could see the fireworks from the Creek, celebrating Dubai's 2012 Shopping Festival.
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