This is the fashion walk with all the expensive stores, such as Gucci and Ralph Loren etc, the hangings in the middle are individual butterflies that flutter, very calming. As you can see this was early morning before the crowds gathered.
Found a Starbucks and decided on a large latte for 16 dirhams (£2.87) the system is they ask for your name, so I said Wyatt, he said What, I said Wyatt, he said how do you spell it, W-Y-A-T-T, he said yes that's right What, OK who cares just give me my coffee, it was turning into a spelling B, Just hand it over so I can get my caffeine fix. Thank you.
Decided to look for a shirt, nothing special just a polo shirt. Saw a really nice one, red had Maserati polo team on it, how much, only 1000 dirham was the reply. very nice, quick calculation on the iphone, £180.00, cough, for a bloody shirt, must admit it was nice, but not in my price range. What about this blue one, this would suit you sir, that was only 900 dirham (£161) thank you very nice I said. I think I was in the wrong shop. Kept looking and found a shop called Springfield, they had a special on, any one with a blue tag was 85 dirham and get the next one half price he said. now this is my kind of shop. Well what do you think of my purchases for 127.50 dirham (£22.00). one black one white.
Now that is what I call a candy tree, sweet shop heaven. Any one who knows me will know I like a Jelly Bean, not just any Jelly Bean, has the be the Jelly Bean and look what I found a help yourself dispenser. I decided not to as I have some at the hotel, but oooooh I was soooo tempted.
This is Sheikh Zayed Road, one of the main arteries in the city and where the bus stop is to get back to the hotel. Here it come and we all pile on, the driver then says no not this bus, that one, pointing to a bus next to us. We all pile out and into that bus. Air condition had been running for while, so nice and cool. we are just about to set off and the driver is doing his checks and spots a crack in the screen glass, out he gets and quick close inspection, gets back in and into reverse, no out again and another inspection. Back in and on the phone, I assume it is Punjab or Urdu, but get the gist of the conversation "the screen is cracked and it wasn't me". Off we go on to the main road, into third gear and the phone rings. Driver answers and during his explanation a lot of hand gesturing, so who's steering the bus then, luckily we come to a set of traffic lights, no steering just breaking. I hate drivers on the phone, drives me nuts. Do I say something. Call ends and lights change and off we go, so no then. Looking at the other drivers on the journey home and I would say 1 in 3 are on the phone. Bit of a disturbing culture? I guess it is a bit hot for roadside checks at 40 degrees, but the driving style is a lot of lane changing, no signals and flat out to the next set of lights.
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