... as I fly off into Arabian Nights and Summer days: I wrote that just over a year ago. Somehow with the complications of using unfamiliar computers and very fickle internet connections I never posted anything about my three month trip while I was actually on it. And now that the anniversary of that time has arrived it is very much in my mind.
I've never been drawn to the idea of Dubai with it's look what money can buy ethos.
Since Emirates airline was offering reduced rates on selected stopover hotels, and we had family to visit, I decided to make the most of the occasion. Surely there was an old quarter, something more in line with my preference for souks and tradition? There is. Bur Dubai!
If I hadn't deleted so many of my early photos by accident, I would have a broader range of Dubai photos including one of Kitty and the delightful doorman, but I am so pleased that I still have all my photos of Dubai Creek, because it stole my heart.
The liveliness of river traffic always pleases me: The throb of engines;
The smell of iron and rust, old paint and damp timber and diesel;
Light on water and the promise of destination: All these things remind me of a life lived once on water.
Across the Creek from Bur Dubai is Deira where we ogled the jewellery in the Gold Souk and coveted spices in the Spice Souk.
Our hotel immediately overlooked Dubai Museum, a historic bastion site and a welcome relief from the heat.
I liked this carved structure too, an entrance to Dubai Old Souk. This market along with the Textile Souk was also handy to our hotel.
There was no shortage of souvenir shops and hawkers around Bur Dubai,
but they are all part of the character of the place and I enjoy the banter when it's not too aggressive. Here, I never felt threatened by salesmen or afraid to be on the streets.