So...Dubai.
Blimey!
Well we had to celebrate Husb's big birthday in some way or other so we spurofthemoment booked it....I don't know what came over us, we had never even considered Dubai before....but the dates were good so off we went.
To say we weren't totally awestruck by the A380 plane is an understatement. Double the people means double the cases and double the immigration time etc and I'm not even going to mention the legroom or how disappointingly uncomfortable the seats were but I DID enjoy Pitch Perfect 2 and it was soooo worth it when we arrived. Just Dubai Airport was crazy enough but then we got to our hotel. WOW.
What a treat to be staying here. How does it even stand up on a "sand bank"?
Well, a man made island.
Actually the largest man made island in the world.
Mind boggling.
The hotel had beautiful decor...
...colourful glass sculptures like Nem could make ;)
...and a lot of friendly fish.
I've told the aqua ladies I found Nemo. WOOP!
And then we hit the beach.
With a plank.
And an arm to be proud of.
The Persian Gulf was a bit BRRRR but I did some lengths
(IN THE PERSIAN GULF!!!!)
(I've swum in the PERSIAN GULF!)
(tick)
and then did a sort of tree
and having got that out of my system it was an afternoon in the hotels's waterpark.
Well.
Husb was SO on form.
I knew it was going to be an eventful holiday because he had knocked the bookcase over with his case as we left the house for the airport. Books everywhere. Then he booked the wrong time for the airport parking.
Then in true Mr Impossible fashion he took hundreds of photos of the fish, seeming completely mesmerised by them even though he would love to get rid of the fish tank at home.
And then came the Waterpark with its innocent looking "lazy river" ride on figure-of-eight-shaped floats. Lazy river? Yeah right. We were hurtled into darkness down a black hole at a rate of knots swishing this way and that and swept down into a tankful of sharks. How exhilarating and hilarious. But I doubt I'd've got him on a rubber ring if he'd known that was coming. Wotahoot.
Who says Life starts at 40? Just you wait folks.
Happy Hour wasn't cheap at the Palm. Or anywhere else in Dubai. Oh Lordy.
No wonder there were no hen parties or stag dos. But also no louts, no riffraff, no rebels.
And a 0% crime rate.
So the alcohol policy (either none or extortionate!) does have its advantages.
The Palm looked nice all lit up at night.
It had been a fabulous first day and we hadn't even left the hotel yet.
Tomorrow we would be visiting the creek, the souks, a mall, and the tallest building in the world.
Dubai.
Still can't believe it.
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