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UAE April Sketches (Part II)

15 July 2013 • Travel time: with 15 April 2013 on 29 April 2013
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Eye of the Emirates Ferris wheel.

In the morning we stayed for breakfast, so there was no special choice, so we decided to walk to the supermarket - to replenish food supplies. Stingy already familiar set, while standing at the checkout, noticed a five-year-old child standing next to his Arab parents. He lazily turned over the children's books on the stand, then tore one up and began to compose something from the torn pages. He didn't succeed, the child threw the torn book on the floor, and the whole family stomped on shopping together, not even being able to pick up and pay for the torn book. The strangest thing is. That literally a couple of seconds after they left, a janitor approached the fragments and SILENTLY swept everything away. That is, he saw all this, but did nothing!

Why, a mystery ...


In general, children (or rather boys) are not indulged in by Arabs, they run around the market, SPECIALLY dump food, throw potatoes and more, and parents look at them with emotion and do not say a word!

We have a snack in the room and go to the taxi, go to the Ferris wheel. By the way, in the UAE, the price of a "hotel" taxi is no different from the usual - the tariff is the same for everyone. We get into a standard taxi (Toyota Camry), usually immersed in the frosty air (every self-respecting Arab taxi driver puts climate control to a minimum, as a result in the car 16-18 degrees, at a temperature of 40), quickly put on a jacket Margot differences to earn pneumonia (float case) and I explain to the taxi driver where to go. Our dialogue translated from English looked like this:

- Let's go to the Eye of the Emirates.

- "Eye of the Emirates", wheel!

- In Sharjah, look at the map (I show him the map)!

With the same success, I was able to ask him to solve my check-up - the taxi driver looked at the map in surprise, it looks like he saw such a piece of paper for the first time.

- Well, "Eye of the Emirates", wheel, look Sharjah, booths!

- Where are we going?

Our dialogue is clearly deadlocked, probably my stubborn English + his even more stubborn English did not allow us to find the joy of understanding each other, but still after a couple of minutes the taxi driver revealed a GREAT TRUTH - he knew where to go!

Let's start, some ten minutes and eleven holes became our pass to this unfortunate wheel!

This place is called "Arab Venice" by tourists, which is not very clear. One canal runs from the bay, around the promenade, filled with cafes, that's all. We were brought here at the most inopportune time - at noon, around no one, around the hot stone fences, all the cafes are closed.

All right, we go to the Ferris wheel, we approach it in ten minutes, the wheel is standing, not moving, around no one. I start to get upset, I walk around, I see a booth with the inscription "Case", ie a cash register, I approach it, a gloomy Arab is standing next to it and he is eating ice cream for business. I ask:

- Good afternoon, and the wheel works?

- Yes, buy tickets and I'll run it.


- How much is a ticket?

"Thirty dirhams for an adult, fifteen for a child. "

It turns out that this wheel will be launched for our sake alone! The Ferris wheel is immediately mentioned in Kyiv, where (on weekdays) there was no one but us who wanted to ride, and we were offered to "walk" and wait for others, because, I quote: "Nothing for a couple of people to turn on the wheel! ». I part with seventy-five dirhams, get tickets, another, an Arab who doesn't know where he came from, opens the gate and runs us into the booth.

To our relief, the air here is cool, the cabin can easily accommodate six people, so we have enough space with our heads. The wheel makes six laps in one cycle, which takes about ten minutes, we look around, Margo rushes from one window to another, she is all interesting and informative. Personally, I was a little disappointed by the Ferris wheel, because it is quite large, but does not give a close impression of the surrounding city, as all the skyscrapers around are noticeably taller. Well, okay, swept and point.

We get out of the wheel, we decide to walk along the canal, because the hotel does not want to and time is enough. Thirty minutes wandering along the canal, I see a supermarket near the road, we decide to go.

The supermarket turns out to be Indian, everything is as usual, except for one - there is no price tag on any product! Well, it's that simple, no, that's all!


I had to go to the checkout with each product, where the cashier punched a barcode and called the price. To put it mildly, it is inconvenient, but okay, we collect water, ice cream, and go for a walk. Margo gets her ice cream in a bright package, starts eating, frowns and announces that she will not eat this ice cream! Since my daughter for the first time in her life refuses such delicacies, I begin to understand what and how. I try ice cream, and I instantly understand why it is impossible to eat IT - the taste of spices, pepper and something else incomprehensible and unpleasant in my mouth. Talented chefs unknown to me seem to have shaken out the seasoning for barbecue, or something from this series, it's just unrealistic, why it is unclear why to do such a perversion. I throw out the ice cream, give Margo water, Anyuta carefully tries another type of ice cream, nods contentedly - it's possible!

We go to the hotel Golden Tulip Sharjah, we decide to go to the supermarket on the ground floor, see, appreciate.

We didn't find anything fundamentally new there, we picked up various slices of meat, a baguette and sat down right at the exit to have a snack.

I pay attention to the coffee machine that is near us, why not drink coffee? I approach, at first glance, everything is clear and distinct - "Latte" stands in two dirhams, throws two coins in dirhams, the machine comes to life happily and begins to prepare a drink, I hear the finished coffee is already pouring down. Margo looks with interest in the window of the finished drink:

- Dad, there's coffee pouring!

- I know it should be so.

- And where does the coffee pour?

- Margo, do not ask stupid questions! Where to pour it, if not in a glass!

Margo pauses indignantly, and, puffing her lips, stands beside her.

The machine gave the message that the coffee is ready, I open the curtain and I understand that the coffee did not work - the place where the idea is to stand a cup of ready-made latte, mysteriously empty!

Moreover, the smell of hot latte hovers in front of my nose, there is no doubt that this drink has just been poured here, and it poured into the plums, because the glass was missing! I look around the machine angrily, there are no inscriptions, such as "Put your glass", so either the glasses in the machine have run out and there is no lock on this position, or it is customary to come here with your glass and put it in the middle. The machine gun gets a specific kick, and we go outside.

For an hour we walk near the fountains of Sharjah, green grass pleasantly cools hot feet, the shade of palm trees gives coolness - relaxation!

However, once I miscalculated - when I ran to another area with green grass, I did not immediately understand why it burns so much - the grass turned out to be artificial! And it heats up in the sun worse than asphalt! We are tired, go to the road and catch a taxi. Whatever!


We go again to the reception, where we are kindly explained that there is a separate elevator to the pool and fitness room, which is impossible to find without tips.

There are only two buttons in this deep-seated elevator, we go up, we go out, the gym is on the right, the pool is on the left. I sign for visiting the pool, we study - only two pools, children's (depth 80 cm, round, diameter about three meters) and adult (depth 160 cm, size 10x5 meters). The water in the pools is very warm, about 30 degrees, marked by chlorine.

When they dived, another important nuance emerged - a powerful air conditioner blows directly on the adult pool, set to a minimum according to the cute Arab habit. The contrast was another - you emerge from the warm water and immediately blow your head icy air, it came to the point that I periodically immersed my head in the pool to warm up; -))). We swam and that's enough - we go to the room.

At the reception I asked for an additional adapter for electrical outlets, I was assured that within ten minutes everything will be delivered to the room. Just a few minutes after we entered the room, a phone call rang and I was asked to pick up the adapter at our door. I open the door in surprise - there is a Filipino with an adapter in his hands, I take it away, occasionally wondering why just do not call the door, and notify me in such an intricate way?

Global cooling.

The weather decided - we will have enough heat, the next couple of days the sun was almost invisible, wind and temperature of about 27 degrees gave us a break from the stifling heat. We got autumn-spring things, it was quite cool to walk in the evenings.

Shameful surrender.

On the beach immediately abruptly ceased to be popular umbrellas, people walked almost in sweaters.


I decided to climb near the rocks and hunt crabs. To hunt is said out loud, I tried to catch a black crab for further consideration. Crabs sat on the fireplace, and when people approached they quickly disappeared into the gorges, it was really scary to push your hand there, because the huge number of sea urchins near the stone hinted that there were many of them between the stones. My hunt was unsuccessful, as I tried to catch the crab carefully so as not to damage it, and while I was adapting, they quickly disappeared.

I was about to go when I saw HIM, a huge black crab climbing a rock near me. I began to sneak up on him, as I approached the crab with dignity turned in my direction, and menacingly raised his healthy claws. He was not going to run away! Crab accepted the challenge and showed that he was ready to accept the fight! ! ! !!

At that moment, I remembered the Black Sea, and my wife's fingers cut to the bone, and the crabs are noticeably smaller. I stood by the crab, thinking, deciding, but I didn't really want to; -)))) Embarrassed, I leave the battlefield, the crab viciously waves its claws at me and proudly crawls under the stone. Well, it's good that no one has seen this shame…

Women's day on the beach.

On the beach Maamzar Beach introduced an innovation - "Women's Days".

As we were vaguely explained at the hotel, Arab women began to complain that because of the many tourists they could not use the beach, and the beach management was obliged to do days that allowed only women and children (boys under 4 years). We were shocked by this news, now we had to either look for another beach or wait for our wife and child under the fence; -))). We decide to relocate to a free beach nearby.

Gold 585 samples in the UAE during the day with fire can not be found, the minimum sample - 750, it is called "Italian" gold, and gold with a breakdown of 999 is called "Arab", so it was not possible to find out.

The "locomotives" have two floors, the first is intended for gold traders, the second - silver, antiques, jewelry and various crap.

We walked around the market for a long time, three hours, which we did not see - we saw gold bracelets, more like armor, rings, weighing under twenty grams, all kinds of necklaces, from a couple of grams to infinity. Tourists and Arabs (buyers) in the market in equal proportions.


The price of gold varies greatly from the complexity of the jewelry. We bought a simple bracelet weighing 5.1 grams and 875 samples for friends for $ 260, and a braided bracelet made of three types of gold (red, white and yellow) weighing 3.9 grams, which we refused to give away for less than $ 450.

In shops on the wall hangs a price with the price of gold, depending on the sample, but do not think that a simple calculation can find out the price - separately considered the weight of gold, and separately the complexity of the work. In some stores the product already hangs a tag with weight and price, in others you have to constantly ask. You can and should trade, the lower price limit is about 40-42 dollars per gram of 750 gold.

In one store we saw the receipt of goods - the Arabs simply unloaded a handful of products from a large suitcase and handed over for receipt to the owner. We did not notice the protection at all, it is simply not needed, there are many video cameras, even if someone steals, there is nowhere to go, everything will be recorded on video in the best way. The shops sell crushed ice filled with juice - very tasty and inexpensive (5 dirhams).

After all the adventures, they bought a silver bracelet with zirconium, a silver ring and a gold ring.

We go outside, take photos, enjoy the evening. I want to put the bag on the parapet near the fountain, but I hear Margo shout:

- Dad, don't go there, there's water!

I look closely - exactly, inside the parapet there is a recess in which water has accumulated from irrigation.

"Well done, Margot, she told Dad! " And how did you see that there is water?

- And I sat down and wet my dress.

- Ta-a-ak, of course, not well done, just slapped before; -))))

Baniyas Square is the cheapest equipment in Dubai.

The next day we go to the metro station "Baniyas Square", according to reviews there you can buy cheap cameras, phones and other computer variety. From our station "Deira City" fare cost 2.3 dirhams (one-time ticket 3.5), nothing to go, and here we go from the subway to the surface.

We are instantly attacked by Russian-speaking characters with offers to buy a fur coat. Just some horde, just sent one away, runs up the next contender for support in the "shops with the best prices for Greek fur coats. "


Samsung Galaxy S3 smartphone - Anyuta really wanted to buy it, everyone went around, found a store where this model was in blue (according to his wife, very rare), parted with $ 392, took the gadget, and went on.

For friends looking for "Iphone 5", the model with 32 GB of memory cost 659 dollars, with 64 GB - 880. Called back friends, they were not ready to make a decision, postponed the purchase.

On the street, we were constantly approached by muddy guys with offers to buy expensive phones without charging and packaging for fun prices (for the fancy model HTC asked for only 200 dirhams). We don't need any problems with the police - they were sent away.

Margo started whining that she wanted to go to the toilet, we were in another small shopping center, I approached the security guard and asked where the toilet was. He shakes his head negatively, but when he learns that the toilet is not for me, but for the child, he opens the office for us. Thank you, good fairy!

Inedible foods in Lu Lu.

We decided (on our own) to try something different and unusual in this supermarket. I thought for a long time near the culinary department, where ready-made meat is sold.

I was a little worried about the color of the finished beef (bright red), but there were two types - spicy and normal, spicy did not even want to try, but not spicy… Seeing my torment of choice, the Arab offered to try not spicy meat, stabbed a piece on fork, handed it to me, I chewed and ...a-a-a, this meat is not spicy? ! ! ! ! ? The fire burned my mouth and moved smoothly down my throat, tears of gratitude for such a delicious meal dripped from my eyes; -)))) The Arab cheerfully invited me to try the spicy meat, muttering to him something between "thank you very much" and "well, fig" and let's move on.

He was tempted by dried fish, and when he bought it, he said that it was packed in several layers of polyethylene. Well, I think, well done, packed securely!

As soon as I unpacked it in the room, the kitchen immediately spread a suffocating smell.


I'll try to describe it: imagine that you smell fish, wrap it in cellophane, and leave for a couple of weeks in the sun, then unpack and sniff, if the smell does not get better, leave it in the sun for a few more weeks, and only then sell her me! In short, Anyuta came to the kitchen to smell, and asked what we had died? Learning that this is just a purchased fish, she demanded to immediately pack it in a few balls and put it in the trash deeper!

They took buns, baked cheese could be seen on top of them, during the tasting it turned out that the cheese itself was salty and with spices, and the bun was very sweet, a very specific dish! A couple of cans of canned tuna did not impress us either - a homogeneous mass of oil with finely ground meat, very fatty and inedible.

Sidewalks in Sharjah.

It would seem that you can write about ordinary sidewalks?

In the case of Sharjah, it is possible and necessary, although it is difficult - to write about what is not!

The sidewalk in Sharjah is a very mysterious and unusual thing. The city has perfect roads, beautiful skyscrapers and shopping malls, many interchanges, architects have planned everything well, but it seems that the terms of reference did not tell them what to build sidewalks… Of course, sidewalks are near hotels and houses, but if there is nothing near the road built, then immediately behind the curb sands begin. The sidewalk can arise out of nowhere and end in nothing, it can be wide, in a couple of meters narrow to the width of the handkerchief and, as a final chord, end in a precipice, half a meter deep. The sidewalk may well end in a transverse fence, behind which there may be a pit or debris, saw sidewalks that are marked with curbs, but inside the same sand.

In addition, the city's designers were unaware that people could travel not only by car, so it is quite possible to take excursions to lonely pedestrian crossings and show them as rare attractions. We have repeatedly encountered that in order to cross the eight-lane highway, you must either cross it in an unauthorized place, or just go to the nearest bridge or junction and cross there. In this case, the distance can be measured a couple of kilometers in any direction, as far as I understand, it is easier to catch a taxi and move in the opposite direction on it; -)))


A couple of bus stops in Sharjah are on safety islands, to which there is NO WALKING CROSSING, ie you get off at the stop, and it is impossible to get on the sidewalk without breaking the rules!

A view of the UAE from the inside.

On the waterfront we met a Russian-speaking local woman (originally from Kazakhstan) named Zara, she shared with us her impressions of a two-year stay in the UAE. Her husband works in Dubai and lives in Sharjah, where they rent an apartment of about 150 square meters. m, buy it expensive ($ 300.000), so they pay rent of $ 20.000 per year. At first it was unusually hot, they tried not to go outside unnecessarily, now they are used to it. Everything is very expensive, a child's schooling is $ 7.000 a year, and communal services are not cheap either. She warned us that if you cross the road in an unauthorized place (that is, almost everywhere), you put your hand forward, the cars slow down and you cross. BUT! ! ! !!

If there is an Arab woman behind the wheel and a Slavic-type girl crosses the road, she will most likely press on the gas and demolish the passers-by on purpose.

There have been such precedents, there will be nothing for Arabs behind the wheel (she did not break the rules), and they can force the victim to pay compensation to the injured car owner.

While we were talking, we came to another skyscraper, then Zara asked us to guess what was in this house. After several unsuccessful attempts, the truth was revealed to us - it was a maternity hospital. Obviously equipped with the latest technology, very beautiful and, of course, expensive. Immediately behind the maternity hospital was a police station, near which stood a couple of Russians with cigarettes in their hands.

Zara shook her head, approached them and asked if the money had been prepared to pay a fine for smoking, saying that a policeman would come out now and fine her. They hastily put out their cigarettes, thanked them and went about their business.

We said goodbye, we catch a taxi, a taxi stops, but something unusual, very bright. I look in the middle:

- Hotel "Ramada", how much?


I made the same mistake as trying to catch a taxi on the waterfront - all the taxis heading in the direction I needed were busy, had to catch a taxi from the beach, and go to the hotel.

Just before the entrance to Sahara Mall, I look at the meter - there 13.50, while looking for money, we drove a couple of hundred meters, and stood in front of the hotel, pull out the money, look at the meter, and there 34.50! ! ! ! ! Bli-i-in, I forgot that the beach in Dubai, and the "Sahara Mall" in Sharjah, and when crossing the UNSEEN border between the Emirates on the counter instantly added 20 dirhams!

I sigh hard, give the money wet with my tears; -))) and go to the hotel. I quickly pick up my swimsuit, walk to the border between Dubai and Sharjah behind the mall (it's just a wire mesh fence with holes drilled for passage) and catch a DUBAI taxi. The road to the beach cost me only 12 dirhams. It's called, feel the difference!

After the beach Margo with great pleasure picked up delicacies with admiration watched on TV live broadcast… camel runs. After five minutes of watching, she chose her favorite (a large white camel nicknamed Zizu) and enthusiastically cheered for him all the races. Whatever the child was happy about.

On the same day, Margo complained about her wobbly front teeth, checked - for sure, wait for the "tooth" of baby teeth! From that day on, my daughters constantly bought young baby carrots to brush their teeth.

Excursion to the "Burj Khalifa".

The long-awaited day of visiting the "Burj Khalifa" has come.

We get to the "Dubai Mall", walk near the fountains, our time to visit the tower is 20.00, at half past seven we go to the entrance to the elevators that lead to the observation deck.

We show tickets, stand in a long queue, which leads to the rack for scanning things.


All around us are photos taken from the tower, a model of the tower on a pedestal and an interactive information surface. The queue was moving quite slowly, we got to the control at exactly eight o'clock, because it was not the end of all the wanderings. We are photographed on a green background, after a little work in the graphics editor will be the background in the form of Then a long corridor, again the queue, but not to the elevator, but to the DOOR LEADING TO THE ELEVATOR, again the queue, but to the elevator, and finally himself lift. The mood was not very good, I do not understand the meaning of buying a ticket for a while, if you still have to endure long queues.

We were constantly surrounded by smiling Asians in uniform with the inscription At the top, everything looks nice, but the queues… Climbing to the 124th floor takes about a minute, after which you get out and get to the observation deck. Part of the site is in the open air, part under a glass dome.

The viewing glasses have gaps for photography without a "mirror" effect, even when lifting, I noticed that many visitors have serious photographic equipment with tripods, I really want to make people their own quality photos from such a height! The people on the observation deck are decent (visiting time is not limited), everyone is enthusiastically talking and taking photos. The view from the tower is really stunning, the highways and interchanges look very beautiful, illuminated in different colors (pink multi-level interchange, from which the blue, white and green roads depart).

There is a machine in which you can buy a medal with the image of the tower worth 10 dirhams. I push the bill, turn the wheel and drop out ...a small piece of oval metal. Yes, the size of the souvenir was nowhere decree, I would know that such a trifle would fall, I would not buy…

I find a large crowd of people standing sadly against the wall.

Vague assumptions are confirmed quickly - it's time to go down. Drop, rise problem, come down problem! Okay, take the line, stand (by the way, we stood in line for forty minutes). At the exit there is a stand with souvenirs for every taste - blazers, cups, T-shirts, openers and more. The price is also from the category of "at the top" - everything is unreasonably expensive, respectively, I have not seen a single buyer of these products, everyone just looked at and twisted souvenirs, not showing a desire to buy.


There is also a bar where you can be photographed and create any (of your choice) composition with views of the tower, worth the pleasure of "just nothing" - 200 dirhams ($ 55). One of our girls persuaded a guy to order such a service for a long time, but he resolutely refused, saying: “But Kolya will draw it for me for a can of beer! »; -))) We go down, once again admire the fountains and go for a walk in the Dubai Mall.

There we buy fresh fruit (25 dirhams per pair), watch the aquarium for ten minutes and go home to Ramada.

Bottom line: we definitely did not like the tour, because most of the time we spent in endless queues, the hustle and bustle at all stages also did not add positive. It seems that the Arabs do not limit the number of tickets sold, the time on the ticket does not say anything, so when planning this tour, be prepared for the fact that most of the time you will consider someone's back.

Excursion to Abu Dhabi.

The next morning we planned a trip to the UAE capital - Abu Dhabi. We planned the tour ourselves, as the price of our tour operator Royal Park seemed unreasonably high - $ 80 for an adult and $ 50 for a child, in our case, the trip would have cost us $ 210 for everyone. Looking ahead, I can say that all the cost of an independent trip (travel to Abu Dhabi, Abu Dhabi and lunch) was $ 80.

We go down earlier, go to the restaurant and watch ...the queue at the entrance to "Zaafaran"! There is simply not enough space for everyone, as there are only 58 seats in the restaurant and 250 rooms in the hotel, almost all of them are filled, in rooms for an average of two people, together we have at least 400 people who want to have breakfast. The restaurant is open early in the morning, but which of you on vacation runs for breakfast at 7 am?

We see only one taxi, for six passengers, I specify the tariff - it is the same as usual, sit down, go to the bus station, which is located almost near the gold market.

Ten minutes drive and we drive to the bus station. The taxi driver, who was singing something all the way, suddenly freezes and shrinks in his seat. He looks frightened at a tall Arab in white clothes with an imperious expression on his face, who slowly approaches our taxi. I look at the taxi driver in surprise - he is really pale and unhappy.


The approaching Arab begins to say something sharply to our taxi driver, who shakes his head negatively and proves something emotionally. This conversation quickly bores the Arab in white (inspector, inspector who checks ??? ), He silently tears off the accreditation card of our taxi driver and turns his back.

With a terrible scream, the taxi driver gets out of the car and almost falls at the feet of the Arab, saying something kindly and pointing at us. "But don't just interfere in these showdowns! " ! ! ! ! - I thought at that moment. The pleas of our taxi driver were affected - an Arab in white approached the car, leaned over our window and asked me in English:

"Hello, where are you going? "

- To the bus station.

- (Arab rolls his eyes to the sky) I understand that! Where do you go from the bus station?

- In Abu Dhabi.

This answer disappointed the Arab in white and incredibly pleased our taxi driver, if his will, he would surely kiss us, so he jumped and shone!

The taxi driver got his card back, listened to a lecture from the "settler", he left, and the taxi driver took money from us for travel, shook my hand for a long time and said something in a language remotely similar to English. In short, I did not understand what it was, I only understood that my answer saved the taxi driver from something unpleasant…

I spent five minutes looking for the right ticket office, the ticket costs 30 dirhams, there are no children, the price is just for a seat on the bus. I say goodbye to ninety dirhams, get tickets and go to my girls. Next to them is a bus with the inscription "Abu Dhabi", I approach, look - the driver points to the stop, which is a little further. Okay, let's move on, we stand. There are no seats on the tickets, the driver sets the milestone.

A few minutes later, a bus arrives, a stern man in uniform approaches, and begins to manage such a complex process as boarding a bus.

First, the women are put on the bus, seeing Anyuta and Margo, the employee kindly waved at us - they say, bolder, forward! We go in, put my wife and daughter in the second row on the left, I take a seat by the window behind them. A woman in a burqa passed by, looked at me disapprovingly from her tank slit and sat down further. After launching the women, the officer handed over the bus to the men.


Have you seen Eisenstein's film "Winter Assault"? If so, then almost the same thing happened here, only in the Arabic version. An Arab in slightly torn clothes slowed down next to me, poked at an empty seat and asked something in Arabic. I wave to him - sit down, he sits down. We all have our tickets checked again, and we're off.

We leave Sharjah, go to Dubai, just before leaving for the track, we wandered the city for fifty minutes.

The road to Abu Dhabi was not particularly memorable - perfect coverage, many junctions under construction, and endless desert on both sides.

We enter Abu Dhabi, the White Mosque can be seen from afar, we drive around the city, disembark at the bus station. We go in, buy colorful cupcakes, juice, cookies, go look for a shuttle bus to the mosque.

Doing nothing, we wander around in the heat, there are no sidewalks, we go to the extreme right lane of the road, a couple of cars went around us on the second lane, indignantly signaling to us. Would you go somewhere farther! What, you suggest to go with bizarre sand? It was good to go nearby, and in fifteen minutes we see the entrance to the mosque.

At the gate sits a sleepy guard, who did not react to our appearance. We pass on the territory of the mosque, the district of beautiful trees, paths, bas-reliefs.

White stone, which paves everything unique - even when under the scorching sun, it does not heat up and stays cool! There is a certain psychedelic in the architecture of this park (??? ), Some paths do not start from the edge of the roadway, but two or three meters from it, it turns out that to stand on the path you need to go through the grass. But why?

If you can walk on grass, then why paths, and if you can not, then why paths that can only be reached by grass? I did not understand the logic of the architect.

We approach the mosque itself, next to it is a large poster, which shows in what form you can appear on the territory of the mosque. I look closely at the drawings - Anyuta is dressed correctly, Margo too, and I'm in flight, because my shorts are above the knee, and should be lower. Sorry, well don't run away from

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ОН, ОНА, ОНО...
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Ресторан отеля
Ресторан отеля
Ресторан отеля
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Любимые
Банияс Сквер
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Метро
Прайс на развлечения в метро
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Медаль
Золотой рынок Шарджи
Золотой рынок Шарджи
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