#dubai mall
Danboru’s Playtime in Dubai.
Just incase you’re around, I bought Danboru at Kinokuniya in Dubai Mall. :) It’s not seen here, but my Danboard has a switch for its eyes to lit up. ( ◞･౪･)
©Erika Liveta
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Larger than life: The Dubai Mall seen from the world’s tallest building, the Burj Khalifa, photographed by Mark Hartman.
Idées des grandeurs: l’imposant Dubai Mall vu depuis l’édifice le plus haut du monde, le Burj Khalifa. Photo de Mark Hartman.
Read more in the October issue of Air Canada enRoute.
Découvrez le reste du numéro d’Octobre d’Air Canada enRoute.
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I discovered something about myself today. I hate shopping. Or is it just shopping in a mall I don’t know? Or maybe it’s people? I definitely hate people. Especially the ones in the mall on a Friday night. I mean it’s busy enough as it is, you don’t need to make it worse!
In Dubai, there’s no common sense… Or courtesy! It’s a well known observation that mothers with prams just stop dead in their tracks because apparently, they’re the only people on the pavement that matter. But in Dubai, that logic applies to every Tom, Dick and Harry who relish the opportunity to piss of the person behind them. The amount of children I nearly tripped over because their parents couldn’t keep a handle on them was ridiculous as well.
It’s always interesting to people watch though, who’s with who, who’s ‘with’ who and who has no clue, like the lady with no fashion sense.
There’s an obvious culture divide in Dubai which exists back home to an extent, but it’s well respected here, from every direction back and forth. Despite this, I find myself listening to stories and believing I have absolutely nothing in common with half the population here.
Yet when the aforementioned lady with no clue or fashion sense emerged from Topshop; a store from which I was certain she had never bought a thing in her life, I noticed I was not the only bemused bystander. Her 'Second skin’ tight, short, mottled blue dress (that showed up everything) coupled with knee high, white, peep toe, platform stiletto heel boots with huge cut outs, flourescent red lipstick and black scruffy hair was… An amusing site to say the least. Just to reiterate, PEEP TOE, WHITE, KNEE HIGH, HOLE-Y boots. I couldn’t even imagine 'My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding’ wearing these monstrosities.
Regardless, I was rather amused to witness a couple of Emirati gentlemen walking towards me who stopped, dead in their tracks, opened mouthed and staring. Only to break out in laughter pointing at the poor woman a moment later. I smiled. It was refreshing to see that ladies choice of attire was disapproved of cross-culturally.
I neglected to huff at the people that had stood still on this occasion, the latest attraction had the power to stop anyone in their tracks.
Nevertheless, I am still without the beanbag and blanket I went for but at least I am home away from the hustle and bustle of Dubai’s malls on a Friday night. Never again.
