Well, after spending two nights in Dubai, we left for Manchester. The last night in Dubai was fun. Uncle John and Aunt Sharon took us for a boat ride. It was at the Al-Shindagha, if I’m not mistaken. We had a great time at the Old Souk. Souk is market in Arabic, apparently.

Mum really slaughtered this merchant (woots, finally get to use this word) when she bought souvenirs for half the price EACH. >.< Uncle John took us to a South Indian restaurant in Kawarma. We had a HUGE thosai, and purri. I loved the purri. It was delicious. =] Tasted a lot like char kueh. Anyway, after that, we walked to a souvenir shop. I loved the bowls there, because they were so colorful. But then, too expensive. EVERYTHING in that shop was so freaking expensive. Uncle John then took us to another souvenir shop just round the corner, and well, it looked like this strange shop selling strange yet wonderful things, which was exactly what it was. No price tag on anything, so we kept asking the man how much was this, how much was that, and then we just put the souvenirs on the counter and let our mum do the haggling. LOL. Poor man. I’ve yet to acquire such a useful and menacing skill, but can’t help thinking I’d have to delve into the “Ah Ma” level to haggle. >.< Not ready for that yet.

Then, with the souvenirs happily purchased at a minimum of 50% each, we went home. Trust me, we spent a fortune on those souvenirs. About DH430. >.< Oh, we got free Pepsi. XD Then we went out with Aunt Sharon, to another shopping mall. Bought myself a new pair of walking shoes, and a few more souvenirs and ate New York Fries. Yummeyh.

We went home, rested a bit, and had dinner. Aunt Sharon cooked fried rice, and soup. Delicious. Julian made cupcakes. Nice! =] After dinner, we headed to Al-Shindagha for a boat ride. We went to the Heritage Village, and basically they had replicas of Bedouin men on a replica boat. They were showcasing the lives of the olden days Arabs. Oh, I mistakenly pointed out a group of lifelike replicas sitting outside Bedouin tents. I was like, “WHOA. THAT is awesome!” and pointed. The man turned to me. Oops. They were real after all.

We walked a distance, and walked further to the boat port. >.< That was really far. Gosh. But we had fun. =]

We were really exhausted from the ride and walk, and had a sound sleep that night. The next morning, Aunt Sharon took us to another South Indian restaurant, which she said Uncle John doesn’t like, but she does. Haha. So we had a blast there too. Tried the purri, which was HUGE, and less oily, so it was good. =]

Returned home, did some last minute packing and by 11am, we were off to the airport. Catch more in the next post, “Manchester.”