Relishing my weekends in Dubai. They won’t last forever. I’ve known Bayt as Wakeel for almost twenty
years I guess. Used to be a favourite
meeting place when visitors came to Dubai.
It’s not quite as exciting as it
use to be. That’s mostly me I think. The Abra rides have changed a bit as well. I prefer the newer version now that I am less
steady on my feet, but so many happy times, crossing the creek on those old
boats in the open evening air. Coloured lights reflecting in the water.
On the Deira side of the Creek. Haven’t wandered through these alleyways for
many a year. Colourful displays of goods on a humid evening. Crammed with
atmosphere and memories. Salesmen
shouting out their wares. It’s good that
Dubai still has places like these to contrast with the ultra-slick modern
tourism that has expanded exponentially since I arrived in 2004. Dubai has been good to me. I was rescued from the desperation from
Zimbabwe in political and economic turmoil….