Before heading back to the pad, we drove out onto The Palm. Really, from the ground you can’t see much. From above it’s an amazing construction project, but driving it’s a long road to the end and a lot of gates preventing you from checking out the villas on the fronds of the The Palm.
Atlantis The Palm
At the end [or top?] of The Palm, there’s another Dubai creation, taking something we all know and adding a little Arabic feel to it. It’s called Atlantis, The Palm. It was dark and there’s a guard out there making sure no one who hasn’t paid what is probably out my price range can’t get any closer than, well, across the street.
After we rested a bit back at the Manjai compound, Stephen wanted to take us to a place called Global Village. Just coming from Heritage Village and spending way too many hours [more like days!] shopping, I wasn’t sure if I could handle another shopping spree.
But Global Village was not quite what I thought it was. Sure, there’s a lot of shopping options, but it’s different. It’s a carnival. It’s a bazaar. It’s an international market for clothes, art, food, everything of many different cultures.
It’s funny how Lebanon is tiny and not officially recognized by most of the world yet they have their own massive pavilions. But all those countries in Africa, many with massive Muslim communities, they had to share one pavilion.
To cap the night off, Nduku and I took Najwa on her first ferris wheel ride. I think it was Nduku’s first time as well. I was anticipating their faces as we rose higher into the sky, but they didn’t seem fazed. I, on the other hand, am not a big fan of heights and got that tingling feeling where it doesn’t make you comfortable.