Where do we go on holiday? This luxury question is no longer necesarry. With dot on one: Paradise! Also called Dubai.
When we take the elevator to the top floor in our hotel, we fly through the glass ceiling to an even higher part. A man dressed in Arabic style gives us a good glimpse from the lobby for 'business meetings' with luxurious sofas and water pipes.
The countless structures that reach into the sky are reminiscent of the Tuscan San Gimignano where the house value was determined by the corresponding tower. In Dubai, even the sky is not the limit.
The luxury shopping centers are the epitome of fun shopping. Everything is for sale here, and every culture displays his kitchen, from breakfast to dinner, all day long. You do not have to walk from the metro, you will be delivered to the door without any effort via endless roll belts.
Let the show begin!
Behind an aquarium wall of at least ten meters high turtles and even sharks seem to fly by, and on a large skating rink a Chinese couple shows his skills.
The public beach, la Mer, is a mix of Euro Disney and the Efteling with music everywhere. Food trucks of the latest model Beetle, and children can ride around on camels, tigers and camels. From plush.
The Emir of Dubai, sheikh Mohammed bin Rasjid Al Maktum, is everywhere. From strategic points he looks ... no, not straight in the camera, but a bit sideways.
My other view starts with hearing about Ministries of Tolerance and Happiness in the United Arab Emirates. How do the numerous door openers and luggage carriers from India and Pakistan benefit from this? While tourists can keep partying 24/7, the bright construction lamps also keep shining out of the carcasses of new skyscrapers under construction.
The old ships from Iran are in a different port than the luxury yachts of the sheiks. All products that do not arrive officially (because of the Iran boycott) reach the country anyway, over the backs of dozens of porters. When we are invited on board, we are seated on a Persian carpet. This turns out to be the bed. From eight men.
Most intriguing are the women in their black abayas, often decorated with pearls or gold. Is that the way in which the men keep the women 'under control'?
How it feels to hide like that, remains shrouded in mystery.
The man to whom I dare to ask that once - "It must be so very hot?" - looks at me full of incomprehension. "They do not have to go outside anyway, the taxi always takes them to air-conditioned buildings."
At the best vacations you leave different than you came. The word 'flight' hammers away when gliding away from the countless lights from the airplane window.
Even a golden cage can pinch.
When we take the elevator to the top floor in our hotel, we fly through the glass ceiling to an even higher part. A man dressed in Arabic style gives us a good glimpse from the lobby for 'business meetings' with luxurious sofas and water pipes.
The countless structures that reach into the sky are reminiscent of the Tuscan San Gimignano where the house value was determined by the corresponding tower. In Dubai, even the sky is not the limit.
The luxury shopping centers are the epitome of fun shopping. Everything is for sale here, and every culture displays his kitchen, from breakfast to dinner, all day long. You do not have to walk from the metro, you will be delivered to the door without any effort via endless roll belts.
Let the show begin!
Behind an aquarium wall of at least ten meters high turtles and even sharks seem to fly by, and on a large skating rink a Chinese couple shows his skills.
The public beach, la Mer, is a mix of Euro Disney and the Efteling with music everywhere. Food trucks of the latest model Beetle, and children can ride around on camels, tigers and camels. From plush.
The Emir of Dubai, sheikh Mohammed bin Rasjid Al Maktum, is everywhere. From strategic points he looks ... no, not straight in the camera, but a bit sideways.
My other view starts with hearing about Ministries of Tolerance and Happiness in the United Arab Emirates. How do the numerous door openers and luggage carriers from India and Pakistan benefit from this? While tourists can keep partying 24/7, the bright construction lamps also keep shining out of the carcasses of new skyscrapers under construction.
The old ships from Iran are in a different port than the luxury yachts of the sheiks. All products that do not arrive officially (because of the Iran boycott) reach the country anyway, over the backs of dozens of porters. When we are invited on board, we are seated on a Persian carpet. This turns out to be the bed. From eight men.
Most intriguing are the women in their black abayas, often decorated with pearls or gold. Is that the way in which the men keep the women 'under control'?
How it feels to hide like that, remains shrouded in mystery.
The man to whom I dare to ask that once - "It must be so very hot?" - looks at me full of incomprehension. "They do not have to go outside anyway, the taxi always takes them to air-conditioned buildings."
At the best vacations you leave different than you came. The word 'flight' hammers away when gliding away from the countless lights from the airplane window.
Even a golden cage can pinch.
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