"Dubai by day, Al Ain by night" Mannypantss photos around Dubai, United Arab Emirates (vacation)

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Entry from: Dubai, United Arab Emirates
Entry Title: "Dubai by day, Al Ain by night"

Entry:

"So I only started to fall asleep at about 4am: 12 hr time zone change, jet lag, hard as rock mattress. Only to be jarred awake at about 5:30am by the morning call to prayer; did I mention those windtowers also have the mosque speakers on the side? This is even with those nifty earplugs you get on international flights. The prayers subsided around 5 minutes later only to start again at 6am, from a totally different mosque nearby. Pretty much each mosque has its own loudspeakers and there must be a wide variety of these recordings cause Im pretty sure I kept hearing different ones the whole time I was there. Sometimes youll have several mosques in the same area and they will all broadcast at the same time so you get this overlapping of very loud prayers. Its an eerie effect in the city as the sound reverberates between the building walls and such.
For an example turn up your speakers up really loud and go to this site .

After I dragged myself out of the room, I took breakfast in the courtyard of the XVA: fresh OJ, Moroccan mint tea, some yogurt, pita with haloumi cheese and some grapes. I left my luggage with the staff, checked out and headed towards the creek, a 5 minute walk.

I jumped on an abra at the Dubai Old Souq Station for .5 dirham and was scuttled across the water with about 15 other passengers. The abra driver sits in the middle with his feet dangling into a box below where the steering wheel lies and is navigated by expert barefoot action. We "docked" at the Al Sabkha Station by the Dhow cargo wharves. I use the term dock loosely, basically he drove the front of the abra right into the dock and kept the motor going forward so the tip kept hitting the dock over and over. We all then were expected to depart with a bit of a jump onto the dock.

The spice souq is a good 20 minute walk along the wharves and a very busy street. The smell of rotting garbage, the toxic air and constant car honking of all the delivery trucks leaving the wharves onto the busy adjacent avenue all made for a very unpleasant stroll. However, that must have been the trial one has to take before encountering the olfactory nirvana of the spice souq at the end.

Vapors of brewing tea, odors of anise, frankincense, dried garlic, dried ginger, cinnamon, cardamom, peppers and more saturated the air. The smells were all so commingled I couldnt tell what I was smelling until I saw the barrels containing the specific spices. I went into the first shop I saw. "Al salaam alaykum" I said to the shopkeeper behind the counter. "Hello" he said, probably seeing through my bad Arabic pronunciation.
"You are from USA?"
"Yes, and you?"
"I am Iranian. You know I love USA. We are not terrorists in Iran."

He introduced himself as Ibrahim and led me on a tour through all the spices I didnt recognize or he was proud of: mastic gum, star anise, real Ceylon cinnamon (1 to 2 ft long sticks) and others Ive forgotten already. I asked to take a picture of him and his shop and he called his brother, Aqeel, over from outside to take the picture of me with my "new friend." I bought my spices and parted ways with Ibrahim shouting back to me "Come back again next year." Why next year? What if I wanted to come back in a month?

I walked around the various shops in the spice souq for a little longer. But once they see youve made a purchase in one shop, they all want a piece of you. I kept having people say hello and grab my shoulder trying to lead me into their store. People would keep feeding me pistachios from Iran, cashews from India, mastic gum from Oman. After about 30 minutes I was dying of thirst. Everyone gives free samples of nuts and such but no one gave me anything to drink. Didnt I read about shopkeepers luring tourists and prospective buyers with offers of a cup of tea? Once I got back to the main roads I saw a street vendor with a large piece of cutlery, whacking away at a gourd or something. A closer look revealed boxes of huge ..."
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Photos from this trip:
1. "Another abra crossing our path"
2. "Cargo dhows in the Deira shipyards"
3. "Cargo dhows in the Deira shipyards 2"
4. "Creek View Restaurant, Deira side"
5. "Deira shop signs"
6. "Exterior of one Spice Souq vendor"
7. "Free Jaguar*"
8. "Leaving Dubai"
9. "Real Baba Ganouj"
10. "View from abra"

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