Jumeirah, Dubai

After Irish village last night; easy morning again.

I spent my morning on top of the building where we stay for our holidays. By the pool, of course, with no beer. Just coffee and two aspirins. Sun glasses for my red eyes.

Trying to figure out what happened with those moose last night. No antlers it's an easy one. They could just fell off. It's probably that time of the year. But the humps? That's a tough one.

Never mind. We'll go to explore the city in the afternoon.

Jumeirah

The name itself didn't mean anything to me. An ordinary Arabic word.

But after I saw this

and this

I changed my mind. It looks like this is going to be something special. They explain to me that this is some kind of high-end resort with hotels, rental houses, restaurants and shopping area.

I have nothing smart to say here. Just enjoy.

It's cold, calm and quiet inside. Like in some church or cathedral. People are moving slowly. They can feel that you don't belong here.

How dare you? You poor wannabe blogger Joe.

You can smell the coffee, tea, and special oriental incense.
And Money; with a capital letter.

Let's go out again. We need some fresh air anyway.

It was late afternoon already. Five o'clock.
Tea,.......... I mean, beer time.
We finally find a restaurant where we can order just drinks without a meal. Nice !

This was the place.

Jumeirah

What can I say?

Fairytale. Seriously, I mean it.

And then the waiter came:

10 euro for one beer. 0.3 l

Pufff.

And the Magic is gone!

Look what we saw on the way home:

It was hot in our car, but the hair on my arms went up.

I can't find an English phrase for this in the dictionary, but you'll know what I meant.

Cheers