Meeting Mr. Right in Dubai
I woke up to my hotel phone ringing, it was this guy asking if I wanted to go on a safari. I was still mad at being woken up so early, and I said no and went back to sleep. I’m thoroughly enjoying my Dubai beach resort lifestyle, and I really wanted to sleep in this morning. Once I finally woke up, I felt kind of bad for being so rude to this guy, I met him poolside of the resort, but he stayed up as late as I did last night, so he should’ve known I was very tired.
Anyway, I got up and went down to the reception desk to see what was there for me to do today, and there he was, at the reception desk. He again asked if I wanted to join him on the safari, plus he gestured that another couple would be joining us. He handed me a brochure to read and after reading it, I found that it sounded actually fun, so I agreed to go. The safari wasn’t until 4pm, so this kinda got me ticked again, I mean, why did he have to call me so early in the morning? I must have sounded so rude.
The safari was exciting. The driver was a bit unfriendly in the beginning, but later, he got very chatty. The other couple was from England and they were Muslim, which we had an extremely interesting conversation about the differences in religions and the similarities. I think our driver might’ve taken offense, but he stayed cool through our whole conversation. There were also 2 Iranian men who didn’t talk mush at all, but they were still very friendly. I would say they were probably smart about keeping their mouth shut instead of saying something that might be upsetting.
The tour began with us driving out to the desert, it really wasn’t that far and we switched cars from the van to a 4 wheel drive made to travel over sand dunes. Our driver was crazy, he liked take on the dunes fast and furious. My adrenalin was pumping, I would recommend anyone who’s afraid of car accidents, to not go on this safari tour, it’s totally scary and thrilling all at the same time. We made a few stops, so I got to take a few pictures, but it was so hot the sand was barely walkable. I now know why people don’t were denim here, it makes you hotter than you should be and it holds in the heat. I was suffering. Then we went on a camel ride, totally awesome and sandboarding, I wasn’t dressed to well for that, so I didn’t participate, but all the other people did and I could tell they were having a blast. I should’ve read the brochure more carefully about what to wear.
When we got back to my hotel, that same guy asked me out for dinner, I told him to meet me back down in reception in about an hour. I needed to change and shower. I think something is happening here, I just don’t know what.
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