Freezing my Arz off.

Seasoned Dubai-ers are quick to calm down newbies in the sweltering summer months, where the temperature pushes far beyond forty and the huge open...

Out-pancaked by a youth.

Being someone who is very proud of their well-cultivated ‘it is what it is’ outlook, I like to think I can handle a lot...

Brunchin’ Ch3: The Emperor’s Brunch at Imperium

For a long time, I shall remember the brunch at Imperium, the over-ostentatious (is that a thing?) restaurant at the Jumeirah Zabeel Saray resort...

Discerning Drinking Ch37: Barasti

Continued from here… The taxi headed westwards towards Marina and JLT, beyond The Palm and towards the sunset — and traffic.  As we stop-started,...
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Brunchin’ Ch2: The Chocoholic Brunch at Sanabel

Dubai is a very transient city, and no-one hangs around for too long.  Despite having a ruddy good time here, I already know it...

Brunchin’ Ch1: Pergolas at the Al Murooj

A land of contradictions, Dubai messes with the mind.  The other day, for example, it pissed down raining.  I loved it, practically dancing through...

48 Hours (Part Two)

Continued from here FRIDAY. 8am: Early start. I decided to have a swim.  Rejoiced for the Union and had breakfast in bed.  Fell asleep...

48 Hours (Part One)

THURSDAY. 8am: Commuters. Depart Cheltenham on the First Great Western service heading for Paddington.  It will obviously get in late, and it did.  The...

Doing it right

Written on 23 July 2014 And almost a month into Ramadan — i.e. as it was coming to an end — I enjoyed my...

My first Ramadan.

- Written on 5 July - A sign at Dubai Mall reads: “In respect of the holy month of Ramadan, the consumption of food...