M: Some Dubai Tales 27 Jun 09

Peering out of the plane window upon descending into Dubai, I could see blurry air. Was that fog? Or otherwise sand from the desert? It doesn't take me long to confirm that was sand.

Gazing into the sky from the Dubai ground, I could see no clouds, but that of a harsh sunlight beaming onto ground and suffocating any human beings. I was all fried up!

My thought of finding work here in the land of opportunity was soon diminished. "Never return to Dubai," at least during summer, was my thought at that point of time.

Anyhow, Dubai's amazing skyscrapers/tower design, especially the Burj Dubai - slated to be the world's tallest tower (38m/110 floors), confirmed my notion on how rich those arab men must be. So much so that their wives - covered in black from head to toe - were seen patronising LV shops while their men waited quietly at one side.

Dubai is amazingly a multi-cultural nation, not much different from Singapore. You see the arabs, indians in plentiful, chinese, caucasians, nepalese etc. All calling Dubai their home. Tax free and abundant job opportunities might be the pull factors.

Still, I couldn't wait to be pushed out of this hot desert, and I was none the more happy than getting myself on the flight bound for Paris. My jeans was all wet and oh, my disposable undies - are you still there?