After indulging into the touristic ‘attractions’ that Dubai offered and getting wow-ed mostly by what ridiculous shit people with money come up with everything, my cousin thought it would be good to bring us back to earth by taking us to what we nicknamed as the ‘slums of Dubai’. We took the metro to Deira, one of the neighbourhoods where the expats, a.k.a. the cheap labour behind the phenomenal growth of the city, call home.
It was a definite culture shock for us, to go from the lavish luxurious part of Dubai to this labyrinth of cluttered and not-so-clean streets. We first ended up at the Al-Naif Souq, a fairly new air-conditioned – thank god – market where we did most of our shopping. I even got myself quite some perfume oil from there, which I simply love.
We, of course, couldn’t leave without visiting the Gold Souq. It literally is what I imagine Gold heaven to be: massive mostly Indian-style necklaces and bangles displayed in the windows and even more inside, it’ll definitely get to you even if you’re not a gold-lover. We made a quick stop at the Spice Souq, from where we got some spices for our mums – best present ever according to them and then carried out to get an ‘abra’, a traditional wooden boat, to cross the Creek, to go to Bur Dubai, another expat neighbourhood. The smell was quite overwhelming but it definitely was quite an experience.
We didn’t explore much in Bur Dubai. Instead, we just took the bus back home instead, after a quick stop at some weird creepy corner restaurant for water – the heat had definitely got the best of us that day.