Monday, 1 August 2011

Abu Dhabi to Dubai


Saturday June 18, 2011


   We woke up early about six; quickly showered made some PB&J (peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches) grabbed some more free water from the desk at reception and then grabbed a taxi that was waiting outside the hotel. The driver took us to the Abu Dhabi bus station, where we each paid 15 Dirham for the bus to Dubai. Along the drive we saw some wild camels, a fair few number of small mosques and heaps of sand! We arrived in Dubai around 10:20am, and proceeded to try and figure out the metro bus ticket system. We discovered that you first needed to purchase a reloadable card and then you had to load the money onto it from the machines at the station.  We decided to buy just one, had help from more broken English to load the card, and then found the bus stop to Emirates Mall. As we waited for our bus we saw some market stalls set up, and went over to peruse the wares. Since we weren’t sure whether our phone from Australia was going to continue to keep time properly we thought we might try to buy a watch. The man at the stall informed us that the watch we wanted was 40 Dirham, and after a bit of bargaining and hesitation tactics, he reluctantly accepted our offer of 30 Dirham (our first bargain and a 25% drop, not a bad start) and we had ourselves a timepiece.
   We then got on the bus to Emirates Mall and discovered quickly a couple things: first that we needed a bus pass each, and secondly that it was very easy just to walk onto the bus without paying. We got off at the stop we thought most likely was the correct one for the Mall, and walked through the massive parking lot of the Mall. One of the first things we saw in the Mall was the indoor ski slope. Yes there was a ski slope, indoors, in Dubai in the middle of the Arabian Desert. This wasn’t just some small ski slope; it was the size of 3 football fields (≈100m x 100m x 3)! The second interesting thing we quickly noticed was the amount of posh, name brand shops: Gucci, Versace, Dolce&Gabbana, and Armani to name a few of the most memorable. This clearly was congruent with our style of backpacking…right? Perhaps the most interesting difference from our previous experience in shopping centres was the prayer rooms. We certainly knew that in Islam one is required to pray 5 times at specific times during the day, but we weren’t sure how this rule was followed in conjunction with the high spender lifestyle. We found the rooms on the third level of the Mall, of course right next to a wash room to comply with regulations regarding their prayer (must wash face and arms from elbow down to the hand at bare minimum, or so we were told by a local). After we walked around the stores, with no intention (or ability) of buying anything, we walked to the Kempinski Hotel Lobby, where we were to be picked up around 3:30 for our Desert Safari.
   Our driver found us in the lobby, but was waiting for another couple to finish their snow skiing (again yes there is a ski slope in Dubai, in the Emirates Mall). We waited about ten minutes just relaxing in the comfortable hotel lobby before we met our English dune-bashing comrades. A talkative middle-age couple that we connected with quite well, we found that they were more than happy to swap some travelling experiences with us. We picked up a third couple from France, who we interacted with very little, mostly because they spoke only a small bit of English. Now with our Land Cruiser full we headed out into the desert. Our first stop was a small camp of souvenir shops whose restroom consisted of a hose and a toilet, not exactly first-class (nor female-friendly). But the first thing in the camp we encountered was a man approaching Corey with a hijab (Arabian headdress), which he began tying around Corey’s head. Corey thinking it was apart of the package, gladly accepted and was then pulled into the store to try and give him the traditional gown as well. The man’s partner then approached me and started the price for both hijab at 70 AED. Corey quickly realized that this was not an included feature and we told the two men that the most we would even consider paying was 15 AED each, with after some persistence on our end they surprisingly accepted (starting at 70 ending up at 30 nearly a 60% decrease)
   Shortly after arriving we left the camp and headed towards the desert. Our driver simply went off the road a little ways with the other trucks that would be dune-bashing alongside us. The driver got out and deflated the tires about 50%, apparently to increase the surface area of the tires. We were then ready and we started driving up and down the huge dunes! Once we were about a mile into the desert we stopped for a bit to take in the view and snap a few pictures. Back in the truck with the tires re-inflated, we drove back to the highway and simply merge onto it. We were then taken to the main camp a little ways off the highway.
   At the camp the first activity set up for us was to ride some camels, an interesting experience, especially when the camel stands up, and sits down (both are quite a quick and surprisingly jerky movement). We then proceeded into the camp itself stopping at the entrance to have some traditional Arabic coffee and dates. The coffee was just a small shot, that tasted more like a strong black tea, and which apparently had a high content of caffeine. Once our appetizers were finished we sat on the pillows surrounding our table, one of many tables that encircled the stage in the middle. The first show on the docket was a really interesting man spinning in a layered dress juggling small hand-held drums, that seemed to continually multiply until he had about 7 going. Whilst still spinning he began juggling umbrellas, then started pulling layers off his dress one of which was even fully equipped with lights. This dance went on for an entertaining 10 minutes, during which the dancer never stopped spinning. Next was a very key part of the night, the traditional style food buffet. With Arabic style bread, kebabs, hummus, rice, lentil and more; we were two very content, very full travellers. Even better whilst we ate we were entertained with authentic belly dancing. To finish off our experience at the camp we went over to the hookah lounge and enjoyed some grape flavoured shisha. Like I said we were two happy campers if you will.
   We left the camp around 9:15, were dropped back off at the Kempinski Hotel, where we caught the same bus we have previously taken there back (we thought) towards the station. After about 15 minutes on the bus the driver told us we were at the last stop, so we got out. We quickly realized that we were not anywhere near the bus station, nor did we have any idea of where we were! Not panicking we did the only thing we could do, grabbed a cab. We found out that at precisely 11 o’clock the buses, regardless of where in their route they are, stop and kick everyone out. The bus driver’s route had actually taken us in the opposite direction of the station, so the taxi fare ended up being 50 AED. As we had already paid the fee for the bus we were to say the least a little annoyed. (Luke, “The next act of Arabic disrespect will end in violence.”) Finally at the bus station some time around midnight, we caught the hourly bus to Abu Dhabi and tried to sleep as much as possible. About two o’clock in the morning, after a 20 hour day, we arrived at Abu Dhabi bus station caught a taxi who thankfully sped us to our hotel where we showered, quickly packed and SLEPT.

Abu Dhabi, Day 1

Friday June 17 2011,

    After the 14 hour flight, we decided it would be beneficial to catch up on some sleep, so we didn’t wake up until about 11am.  As we looked out the window we saw a grocery store just down the street from our hotel.  We decided it would be good to get some food supplies for our hotel.  Headed out the hotel and was blasted with the heat and humidity of the mid-day Middle Eastern climate. We persevered on, and made to the small store, but as we looked at the prices we were a bit disheartened. Things here were not as cheap as we had hoped, so we ended up buying our classic meal, peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches yum!
   Back at the hotel with a few sandwiches packed we grabbed some free water bottles from the hotel and caught a taxi. Again we discovered English was a difficulty for this driver as well however, we gave the taxi the name of the location for us to rent a car and he seemed to know where it was.  After driving around in circles, and a phone call to this friend for help, we decided to have him take us straight to the Sheikh Zayed Mosque.
   As we got closer to the structure we realized why it was the sixth largest mosque in the world.  It looked like the palace from Aladdin, with its huge white domes, and 4 towering minarets.  The driver dropped us off, and the fee was about 40 Dirham for around a 25 minute car ride. We then realized the driver from the night before had completely ripped us off (wanker). We proceeded up the long walkway to the entrance of the mosque itself, to soon be stopped by the security guard. He informed us that we were not allowed to enter the mosque with the shorts we had on, and gave us a couple of traditional gowns.  Once we were suited up properly we walked through the courtyard of the mosque, took off our shoes and entered.  The first thing we were struck by was the sheer size of the vaulted ceilings, which was quickly overshadowed by the ornate detail that covered every inch of the walls. The third thing was the presence of security guards, one of which pointed out the Koran’s along the wall were to be seen and not touched by non-Muslims. After around an hour we were ushered out of the mosque as the call for the next prayer session began sounding from the minarets. We ended up walking around the grounds and spoke to more security guards, who gave us fresh dates from the trees, which were unripe and also somewhat unpleasant. 
   Due to the extreme heat we thought that it would be nice to cool off at the beach. WRONG! Once we got there the water was disgusting with plastic wrappers and cigarettes floating in the water. Not to mention the slimy feel of the pee warm water into which we refused to fully submerge. Following our brief swim we rinsed off and decided to save a taxi fare and walked the 3 miles (5km) back to hotel.
   After showering we walked through the back streets of the CBD to get to Abu Dhabi Mall. After quickly browsing the stores the need for food became quite apparent. We searched for about 20mins to find some local cuisine, before discovering Byblos Restaurant. We were suggested kebabs, hummus & meat, lentil soup and some bryzani (a meat and rice dish that was dry and nothing we would suggest).
   We explored our way back to the hotel and were in bed by 1am.

Muslim women about to work on their tan

Friday, 24 June 2011

United Arab Emirates (Abu Dhabi and Dubai)

Thursday June 16 2011,
11:30pm at Abu Dhabi International Airport

  Bit of a bumpy landing, the lady beside Corey was a little jumpy. We couldn't taxi to the terminal for some reason so we had to make our way down the stairs onto the shuttle bus which would take us to the terminal. When leaving the aircraft you instanly felt the heat and could smell dust, we were in the middle of the desert. We now knew that we had to bite our tounges, pull our pants up and behave ourselves, none of which, neither of us knew how to do.
  We were processed at border control by an Emirati in traditional clothing, and made it through to the United Arab Emirates. As we walked through the doors we were quickly approached asking if we wanted a taxi. After a 14 hour flight we were tired and wanted to sleep in a comfy bed so we agreeably said yes.
  He seemed to be a alright guy, he carried most of our bags, but we still felt a bit un-easy around him. When we got to his car we asked the driver if he knew where Le Royal Meridien was, his response was "get in, get in". Feeling a bit nervous we got into the car, Luke re-arranged the rings on his fingers and Corey positioned himself behind the driver ready to head lock him so Luke would be able to king hit him...if it had to come to that (better safe than kidnapped, aye?).
  During the ride which was 30 mins, we tried to talk to the driver to see what we should do in Abu Dhabi, but found it hard to understand him with his broken English and heavy Arabic accent. He started to show us photos of white foreign girls that he personally drove around, presumably to give us confidence in his ability to drive us around as well. What a creeper! At this stage we were feeling quite uncomforatble as the airport was far outside the city, so all we could see was more and more desert.
  Finally made it to our hotel (thank-you Jesus!) and he asked for 200 Dirhams (approx $50). Quickly calculated the exchange rate and suspected it was too much. Although, how much a half hour taxi should cost we had no idea, so we counter-offered with 150 but he seemed to feel a bit shortered, so we settled on 170.
  We checked in at reception, and were told we'd be living in room 326 for the next three days. We then walked to the closest lift and went up to level 3. As we were going up we could hear loud thumping music. The doors opened and we found ourselves at an entrance to the night club. Carrying five large bags and in no way dressed for this occasion we were quickly approached and re-directed to another lift. Finally made it to our room, and checked it out, then we crashed at 1am.

Good night!

P.S. Just looked at the map and realized how close to Iran we were, no wonder both our mums were so worried.

Sydney International Airport

Thursday June 16th 2011,
12:00pm at VAustralia Terminal
  As we are standing in line the lady at the business class check-in calls us over (cause we are obviously flying business class), so we walk over show her our boarding passes and her remark "this is the business class counter". We then acknowledged that she was correct, however we also told her that she was the one who had called us over from the economy class line. The lady then checked our passes and passports, and noticed we didn't have a return ticket, which without she wasn't going to allow us to board the plane. Corey then showed the lady his UK passport (as the little bugger has dual-citizenship), and I could only try and explain that we would be travelling and unsure of what country we would be departing from, and at what time. After a ten minute chat with her supervisors, she decided that I would be allowed to fly, as long as I realized that without a return ticket I could be denied entry into our Irish destination.
  She then proceeded to weigh our bags, of which Corey's were fine, and Luke's were about 2 times to heavy. Our solution? We both began putting on clothes and heavy items into our pockets (I also may have slipped some of our books into my pillow, facing away from the desk of course). As we are dressing/re-weighing bags, the attendant informed us we were taking too long, as she believed she had other customers to serve. Upon this statement Corey looked for "other customers", seeing none we ignored her and continued re-packing. Finally the lady got impatient enough with us that she finally let it slide. We then said goodbye to Corey's mum, and waved one last time.
  At this point we believed we had made it through Sydney's airport, and then we saw the same desk attendant checking us in at the gate, Corey's edited response " 'frick' my life". However she was already sick of us and we made it through with little more difficulty.

Goodbye Australia