Last night we went to the store to buy a “proper dinner.” The result: three small cups of Indian food, which weighed about as much as three flies. Each portion was so meticulously measured that it would have been perfect for anyone with an appetite equal to that of a pet cactus.
The picture below says it all: three sad-looking empty container bottoms that look as though they’ve just survived a famine. They whispered a warning to us: “Next time, buy at least twice as much. Or better yet: just go straight to a restaurant.”
By the way, this area, Al Raffa, has a peculiar shortage: there are no benches at all. It’s as if the city planner had said, “People surely enjoy sitting on the ground best, like two lost penguins on asphalt.” So we sat a bit wherever and however we could, wondering why no one had warned us about the deceptive nature of microwave-sized portions.
Yesterday we were looking for a store where we could get moisturizer and after walking for a while, a local man stopped by us and said that he also had dry skin once and that he could show us a store where we could get healing cream. We followed him and after a while we arrived at a shop selling some strange herbs. This man in question took out a bottle with some powder and said that when you mix this with moisturizer, it already helps. We asked the price and the man said 80 euros. We started laughing and said no thanks. Then the man asked how much we wanted to pay, to which we replied that we don’t want to buy thanks and left the place. The situation reminded me of Egypt’s sales culture.
This morning we booked a hostel in the new area of Dubai, where we will be moving tomorrow. We will live there for two days first and if the place is good, we will spend the rest of our vacation there. We wake up at 5 in the morning and order a taxi to pick us up. We will tell you more news tomorrow.
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