Land of Dubai

After a 15-hour flight from Dallas, I had an 8-hour layover in Dubai–which included a hotel room that I used only for a quick shower and change of clothes. To make the most of my time in Dubai, I asked a cab to to be my driver for the day. I hadn’t studied much beforehand, so I let him decide what to show me. My driver was Pakistani and lucky for me, spoke enough English to understand me.

After the first couple of stops, I realized he was only taking me to the typical touristy places…we stopped at the Burj Khalifa (tallest building in the world), and the Dubai Mall (a place I came to appreciate later on the trip), and the self-proclaimed “7-star” hotel, Burj Al Arab. Although impressive, I wasn’t too inspired to take out my camera.

After snapping a few pics, I asked my driver to take me somewhere I could find more of the locals working, shopping, and hanging out. He knew the perfect place, although by then, I had only a couple of hours left before my continuing flight to India. We went to an old spice market, Dubai Gold Souk, off the Dubai Creek. It was exactly what I wanted to see. After walking through the market, I spent some time talking with a few locals working on their ships–old, wooden ships equipped with electronics like refrigerators & TV’s. I found most people to be very friendly–some even asking me to take their picture. The man pictured above insisted I take several shots of him puffing on his cigarette.

Old school selfie ... not sure what I'm doing with my hand here.  At this point I was alone without the driver. I planned to walk around on my own before grabbing a cab back to the airport. About a half mile out, I was confronted by a man from Iraq. His confrontation was startling and confusing. Should I be upset he's from Iraq--is he upset that I'm American? I honestly had no reaction other than feeling far from home and completely ignorant about current events. Someone once said that Americans knowledge of geography is limited to the wars we've been involved with. 

Old school selfie ... not sure what I'm doing with my hand here. 

At this point I was alone without the driver. I planned to walk around on my own before grabbing a cab back to the airport. About a half mile out, I was confronted by a man from Iraq. His confrontation was startling and confusing. Should I be upset he's from Iraq--is he upset that I'm American? I honestly had no reaction other than feeling far from home and completely ignorant about current events. Someone once said that Americans knowledge of geography is limited to the wars we've been involved with. 

It's Burj Al Arab, my only shot of the 7-star hotel: