You know how I seem to keep returning to cities? And often cities that I was a bit indifferent to the first time. Well a quirk of flight changes has taken me back to Dubai. Whoop.
Started off the other side of the Creek. That smells of Asia. I'm not entirely sure what the smell is, but it reminds me of travelling and makes me wander around beaming like a fool. It also had that thing where there's loads of essentially identical shops all in a row. Eleven torch shops anyone? And because you're there everyone assumes you want what they're selling. No, I don't need any fabric, I just want some breakfast.
I'm now in Dubai Mall. Which it's fair to say doesn't smell of Asia. It smells of chain store and western capitalism. I'm selling my soul for free Wi fi.
Dubai does do bling well. There's an aquarium in the middle of the mall. What I should've been thinking: two metre shark in a shopping centre; you don't see that very often. What I was actually thinking: the plaque saying this is the biggest pane of glass in the world has gone. I wonder where that is now.
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