So I suppose the title is a misnomer since the taxis weren't exactly pink cadillacs, it just would have been poetic had they been. After the wave of heat that met us upon stepping out of the airconditioned enclave that was the Dubai airport, we were casually directed to the "ladies taxis". A second line of taxi vans just beyond the first line were lined up down the curve. The difference - they were all detailed in pink with women drivers doning pinkish outfits. Perhaps had we asked, we would have been able to take a regular taxi, but before we knew it we were off cruising down the wide laned highway out to Jumeirah. And soon we were pulling up in front of our b&b, the silver hummer crouched outside signaling that we had arrived in the right place.
As Jessica mentioned, our two night resting spot here in Dubai is quite the spread (pics to come) high ceiling rooms and a winding staircase leading down to the heavy wooden common table where breakfast will be served (hours from now of course since no non jet lagged person would be listening to the chirping of birds and watching the sun peak through the edges of the (fake?) crushed velvet shades). We ventured down the road into a glitzy, touristy if not quite welcome airconditioned maze of shops set up to look like a modern day souq where we could catch a glance at the purple and blue hued visage of the Burj hotel. Or rather the top of half of it visible to the eye of those not actually residing in the confines of the nearby swish hotels.
It's unclear what version of reality exists here in Dubai, but we're soon to uncover more sides as we venture through our day today.
As Jessica mentioned, our two night resting spot here in Dubai is quite the spread (pics to come) high ceiling rooms and a winding staircase leading down to the heavy wooden common table where breakfast will be served (hours from now of course since no non jet lagged person would be listening to the chirping of birds and watching the sun peak through the edges of the (fake?) crushed velvet shades). We ventured down the road into a glitzy, touristy if not quite welcome airconditioned maze of shops set up to look like a modern day souq where we could catch a glance at the purple and blue hued visage of the Burj hotel. Or rather the top of half of it visible to the eye of those not actually residing in the confines of the nearby swish hotels.
It's unclear what version of reality exists here in Dubai, but we're soon to uncover more sides as we venture through our day today.
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