Being officially on holiday is absolutely incredible. I had never been to Dubai and nothing replaces the pinch of excitement that I get when I go to a new place.
That being said, when we arrived at the hotel I felt that we were in Knightsbridge (the poshest area in London). Everybody was speaking Russian, and was skinny with blonde highlights. My first reaction was that Dubai seemed to be London under the sun.
It became even worse when we hit the breakfast buffet this morning. At the next tables, all the women looked vaguely similar, in a way that I couldn’t really define. It felt a bit weird-in a creepy way… It wasn’t the haircut or the age or even the silhouette. I simply couldn’t put my finger on it. After another cup of coffee and yet another glance, it finally dawned on me: they all had the same shape of nose. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t a remarkable nose, it was actually just perfect. The oval of the nostrils was just a little bit larger than for natural noses, more like circles. The base was just too perfectly symmetrical. Cosmetic surgery. They must have gone to the same surgeon. A package deal perhaps.
But all was soon forgotten when we went to the desert and started rolling the dunes. I had never been to the desert and somehow such landscapes have a soothing effect. It is difficult to explain: all my usual points of reference were gone, and I had to learn that there were different types of sand dunes, and you must adapt the way you drive to each of them. I loved everything about the whole experience, starting with the spicy smell of Arabic coffee, and even when we got stuck at the top of a dune and had to be pulled by another car of the convoy. What is not to love about the whole experience?