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Emirates in November or "I don't come here anymore".
Radisson Blu Resort Fujairah (formerly Jal Fujairah)
Kyiv firms - as one - 5 *, TezTour (Russia) - 4 *.
10 nights (breakfast-dinner), November 2011.
Preparing for the trip.
My wife and I wanted to visit the UAE for a long time. Well, what about: a warm sea, an economic miracle, cheap equipment, gold - almost for nothing, but shopping! ! ! It was only in 2009 that we seriously intended to carry out this work. They have already looked after the hotel - Jal Fujairah Resort. They chose it primarily because of the place - in the emirate of Fujairah, on the shores of the Indian Ocean, or rather the Gulf of Oman, but then - only the open ocean and India, a 3-hour flight. The emirates of Dubai, Abu Dhabi and Sharjah are located on the coast of the Persian Gulf (by the way, the native emirates - the children of Bedouin nomads - call it the Arabian Gulf, they say: what does the Persians have to do with it? ). In Sharjah, alcohol is also strictly prohibited - up to beating the offender with sticks - according to Sharia law. Here comes Fujairah
. But in 2009, we did not manage to go to the Emirates.
We returned to the issue of the UAE only in 2011. And where else to go now in November - so that it is not far away and the water in the sea is warmer? The usual autumn route to Egypt was covered - the Arabs spoiled it with their (organized with the help of the Americans) revolutions and coups. Turkey? No, sorry (and it's already cold there). So UAE. The air during the day, in the shade + 35C, and not + 50C as in May-August, the water in the ocean is 23-26 C. And shopping! ! ! All right, let's go!
In these two years, Jal Fujairah has become Radisson Blu Fujairah. The Japanese chain Jal sold the hotel to the Radisson chain. Well, thank God! For the Emirates, the price has remained quite democratic. For the same money you can go to Egypt 5 * for 12 nights.
I had neither the time nor the desire to deal with visa and hotel reservations myself. Therefore, the tour was bought from a small Kyiv company recommended by friends.
This company bought a tour for us from a larger Kyiv company, and that, in turn, from the Desert Resort company from the Emirates. In short, three intermediaries welded on us. But if it was not difficult to buy a plane ticket, then we categorically did not want to run to the consulate for a visa. And whether the hotel will answer our reservation request is another question. In my opinion, the Bedouins do not care at all: whether you come to them or not. Not you - so there are still others who have not tasted all the joys of a holiday in the UAE. So: the hotel gives the go-ahead, the visa is paid and confirmed, the ticket is received, the insurance is in hand. Let's fly.
Borispol. Terminal F. Undoubtedly, it has become more convenient and faster. Registration, customs, border. By tradition: coffee, cognac and a cigarette - before departure. There is a small cafe next to the smoking room. - Please, coffee and cognac. -This moment, BUT we have paper cups ...Sorry! Drink cognac - 50 drops for 95 UAH.
($12) from a sprawling paper cup - "not camille". -Where are they poured into glasses? - At the other end of the hall ...We are walking to Europe, quickly and with large steps, we are struggling with smoking, the children on the walls are “fuck” instead of “x”. . ” they write, but here we are on the way into something forever ...In short: cognac in a glass - in the Irish Pub, coffee in a paper cup in Fridays, a smoke break in a smoking room with a very weak pulling hood. So the time before landing passed unnoticed. But in the old terminal C, before the renovation, all this could be done in one place; and then you wander around duty-free, like a restless person and have nowhere to put yourself! Well done, people, again, taken care of.
Departure, thank God, almost on time. Boeing - moderately middle-aged. The crew is sober, in moderation. We are flying for 5 hours. Have flown. This is the third time we fly to the Emirates with UIA and the third time our plane is late! Kerosene they merge on the road and sell or what? Or is it every time we are so unlucky with the wind? Touch. Earth.
The airport. Further - a quick step, a herd, for "knowledgeable people. " Here is the border. Retinal scan. Where is this, sorry? It turned out to be a fairly quick procedure, a well-organized queue, a stamp on the visa paper and stomp further to the border guards. Personally, I didn’t like it: why on earth should a Bedouin in a white canopy shine some crap in my eye. But where to go: if you don’t want to, stomp back and onto the plane “...go hom”. Then the Bedouin border guard, having carefully checked the stamp of the previous Bedouin in the visa paper, slapped the stamp in the passport and that’s it, he didn’t even deign to smile, go and rest. We pick up the luggage and go out. Upon exiting the “gilded” inside the airport building, we were greeted by heat, closeness, hubbub and flies.
I recalled a scene: before landing in Dubai, the flight attendants of Sri Lankan Airlines walk around the cabin and carefully spray everything with repellent - they poison flies. Don't let the Sri Lankan fly fly to the Emirates!
There will be scandal. YES THERE YOUR FLIES IN BULK. Show-offs are all tinsel, like many other things among the Bedouins.
Promised to us office "Desert Resort" in the indicated place, on the scheme received from the tour company, was not. Instead, a lot of Russian-speaking Muslims with signs were found. One of them showed us a fussy fat woman Tanya with a sign "Desert Resort" dressed up with tourists. After digging through her lists for a long time and finding out our names, the girl gave out: stand there at the entrance next to the coffee machine, your group has not yet gathered. ? ? ? What a group? ! -You are from Kyiv, so 10 people are going to Fujairah. -HURRAH! ! !
After 20 minutes of trampling “at the entrance next to the coffee machine” - heat, stuffiness, hubbub and flies, I again catch Tanya. – When are we going? We are waiting for two more. These two - a cheerful couple from Zhytomyr, who got lost in duty-free and came fairly loaded with packages with oblong, gurgling boxes - we waited for exactly an hour.
Conclusion - if possible, take a tour without a transfer, taxis in Dubai are in bulk and prices are fixed, we are talking, of course, about official taxis with a meter. Well, everyone is here. Tanya hands us over to the driver, he leads us to the bus, we load our luggage, sit down, let's go. COLD. In the Emirates, everywhere we have visited, they do not save on air conditioners. Apparently the Bedouins are dragging themselves from the cold. Once upon returning to the room, we discovered that the idiot cleaner had set the air conditioner to 18C. I had to sit on the balcony for an hour - to warm up the room, since there was something to sit with. But that was later. They asked the driver to make it warmer - he did. We drove for about 2 hours. Speed up to 130 - not felt - good road surface. You quickly get used to the good: well, the road is like a road. Well, it's wide. So what? They felt the difference only when they returned home and drove from Boryspil to Kyiv - not a road, but some kind of country road: a bump on a bump.
Road.
There is sand on the roadsides, skyscrapers in the distance, construction sites nearby. There is little greenery, a lot of garbage, a camel stands on a hill ...four Bedouins are resting in the shade of a "rich" jeep ...a desert, in a word. On the way, the main attraction is the cement plant. DARKNESS. We drive up to the mountains. They say the highest is 1.5 km. We drive through them in half an hour. We drive into the town of Diba, the ocean is visible in the distance, the Lu-Lu supermarket is on the right (taxi 25 dirhams - order from reception, 20 - back to the hotel, with a Pakistani taxi driver). We drive another 20 minutes and we are there.
Hotel. 3 buildings, 250 rooms, located facing the ocean, at a distance of 50 meters from the water. In the 1st - a reception with a Russian-speaking boy (Daniyal) and a semi-Russian-speaking boy (Ahmed). Without any surcharges and "Turkish ingenuity" we settle on the top (favorite) floor. 1st and 2nd buildings: buildings of 4 floors - for Europe and rich Arabs. 3rd - 3-storey - mixed, but primarily for the CIS.
By the way, in appearance, the buildings are somewhat reminiscent of a typical sanatorium from the times of the CIS, but inside everything corresponds to what was stated in the advertisement. Next are several 3-storey villas - for the Bedouins. It is interesting that immediately behind them is a distiller, which in the first days of our vacation quite stank. True, the stench did not reach our room, but the evening promenade in that direction had to be shortened.
Territory: the work of Japanese landscape designers is felt, clean, but there is little greenery, grass, bushes, almost no flowers, 20 palm trees and that's it (there used to be an empty rocky coast).
The beach is about 500 meters long, separated from its neighbors by breakwaters (mountains on the left, 3 * HBM motel on the right, behind which there is a stall with alcoholic beverages and beer). Sunbeds, umbrellas - all in good condition and in sufficient quantity.
However, the CIS habit of running to the beach at 7 am, taking the "best seats" and not showing up there until noon, has already spread all over the world. I personally saw a German, bashfully looking around and attaching a newspaper to a sunbed. Naive! Our friend has arrived. He threw out a newspaper - they say the wind blew it away. He spread out a towel and ...left until 2 o'clock. But after all, the “best places” are different for everyone: for example, I like where it is quieter and closer to the water, and for someone - next to a bar or pool. So, for those who are interested, there are 8 pools and 4 bars on the territory. One of the bars, the one on the beach, we called "muhobar". And that's why. On the second day of our stay, we had the “pleasure” to eat king prawns there (95 dirhams - serving: 3 pieces) and drink beer (glass - 45 dirhams).
While waiting, about 40 minutes, it was promised: “no more than 15 minutes, ser, ” ser and half of it were almost eaten alive by flies, of which there are a myriad of flies in this catering establishment and from where they scatter around the neighborhood. Well, what do you want, Asia, sir.
Internet. Girls! That big, flat, black thing that stands in front of the bed in the room is called a TV connected to the hotel's cable network, not the Internet. With it, you can check your account (by the way, it is very convenient) and watch a movie or about the weather (60 channels, including 3 Russian channels + 2 Russian music channels). Yes, there is internet. To enter the network in the room, a “hose” sticks out of the wall or you can use Wi-Fi at the reception. All over the world in Radisson hotels I-net is free. They have such a feature. The speed is quite normal. To enter, you need to go to the reception, activate the service and that's it.
Ocean. Good as always.
A significant and very big MINUS - these are specks of oil ranging in size from a 10-kopeck coin to the bottom of a glass, floating in the water for 6 days out of 10 we spent there. When you swim, it’s still nothing, the spots slide off the wet body, but when you get out of the water and specifically step on this, the stain is wiped off the sole only with the help of chemistry or lotion. For women it's even worse: what about a swimsuit? But you can proudly say: yes, in the Emirates, I bathed in oil! The second minus is that the ocean is empty: you can safely not take a snorkel mask. For all the time from the new it was possible to see only pearl shells, up to 30 centimeters in size. There are few living creatures, no corals. The water was clear up to 10 meters only on the 1st day, in the morning, and so - the constant turbidity from the sand on the beach. The same goes for Fishing in Oman. A boring half hour bus ride to a nearby port, across the border into Oman. The original boat.
Nice bay with swimming from the boat. Empty ocean with sea urchins. Dinner. Fishing on a reel in the open ocean (a third of the people got sick, even though the excitement was 1-2 points). The Bedouin dropped anchor clearly at the "baited" place. So we managed to catch 9-meter barracudas for 45 tourists. Not bad, but, as for me, it's not worth $100 per person.
Sightseeing tour of Dubai. Through Sharjah. Having looked at the skyscrapers from the windows of the bus, after 2 hours we drive up to the palace of the Emir of Dubai. The declared visit to the palace comes down to a 10-minute trampling of 40 tourists at the gate and looking at them (the palace is observed somewhere in the depths), looking at peacocks in abundance (of which the emir is a big fan), guards with "Kalash" and " lamborghini" of some petty emir clerk. The next point of our program is the Parus Hotel. This is where the minimum room rate is $3.000 per night, where one of the latest films about 007 was filmed.
One of the most expensive shopping places in all Emirates. Loud, noisy, crowded, everything glitters and moves - something between a Turkish 5 * hotel, the Bessarabian market and the subway at rush hour. This is the largest aquarium in the world. It is interesting to stare at the shark swimming above you, but nothing special. Through this bedlam we go out to the square. Here is the world's largest singing fountain. Sings only 3 minutes, but every half an hour. The height of the jets is up to 130 meters. I personally liked the singing fountain in Sochi, 1985 much more. On the same square is...The tallest building in the world: Burj Khalifa - Khalifa Tower (approx. 820 meters). The observation deck in it is located at an altitude of 620 meters. A small part of our tour, for a fee ($ 50 per person, the number of tickets is limited! ), is lifted by an elevator (the fastest in the world) to this site.
The expressions of delight on the faces of those who descended back to the sinful earth were not noticed. Rather, it was written - it seems we were again divorced. In general, there is a lot of the MOST big in the Emirates, but this, in my opinion, does not cause much pleasure for anyone, except for the Bedouins themselves. For example: the BIGGEST minimum wage in the world of $ 2.700 a month shines only for indigenous Bedouins, and visitors work for a penny, having no right and no prospects for either citizenship or retirement (at 60 years old - go home or be deported from the country ). The final collection of sightseers scattered along the Dubai Mall is, of course, a souvenir shop presented by the guide. Then get on the bus and back to Fujairah. On the way, already at 24-00 - a stop at the carpet market. People even buy something, rather as a keepsake than as a quality product. We returned to the hotel at 2 am. Who has never been to Dubai, like us, then it's worth a trip. BUT: $110 per person! -Well, they mow down the money!
- said about these excursions, the Uzbek taxi driver who later took us to Dubai. For $250 (for four) it is quite possible to find a car with a Russian-speaking driver who will stop at the right place and tell and show more than a guide on a bus to a crowd of 40 people.
Shopping. In the Emirates, everything is the cheapest - NON-BRED. Maybe it was like that 5-10 years ago, or it happens even now during the days of big sales (they say in December). And so: telephones, photo and video equipment - in Kyiv, in i-no stores, 50 - 500 hryvnia cheaper. Clothes - for branded items - the price is the same. Gold is for everybody. Furs - Chinese, issued for Italian (Greek) - cheap, good - not cheap.
Service. If we compare the Egyptian and the Emirates, then 2 and 5. And it’s not surprising - for any offense an employee can easily be fired or, for something more serious, expelled from the country.
4 million visitors work for a million Bedouins (...all citizens will be happy and free, and each will have 4 slaves ... ). Bedouins never work physically. Yes, and they live almost according to the principle: "from each - according to his abilities, to each - according to his needs. " True, they don’t sing the Internationale, instead they have prayers 6 times a day.
Food. Any and European and east. Meat, unlike the Egyptians and Turks, is cooked deliciously. Juices in the LuLu supermarket cost almost the same as in Kyiv, water in 1.5 liter plastic is 2 times cheaper.
Petrol. $0.35 - $0.50, diesel fuel $1.20. Gasoline is for people, and diesel fuel is for business.
Cars. The overwhelming majority are prestigious models of recent years. The price is half the price of ours. Many thanks to the "fighters" for the interests of the domestic auto industry!
A few words in conclusion. For me, the UAE is a country of one visit. Looked, noted - I was there. And I don't want to anymore.
Yes, they have a lot of THE BIGGEST, yes they have high technology, yes they, the indigenous, have a lot of opportunities and, often, money. BUT. 50 years ago this state did not exist. Wild tribes roamed the desert and grazed goats, and the coastal inhabitants were fed by fishing and pearling. Now they, like children who were given a lot of toys at once, want even more of them and the BIGGEST ones, and which no one has. Where will it lead, is the question? The current Bedouins really have a lot of money and what they want to play next is known to Allah alone. What happens when they run out of oil? Well, in general: God give them more peace and wisdom!
Radisson Blu Resort Fujairah (formerly Jal Fujairah)
Kyiv firms - as one - 5 *, TezTour (Russia) - 4 *.
10 nights (breakfast-dinner), November 2011.
Preparing for the trip.
My wife and I wanted to visit the UAE for a long time. Well, what about: a warm sea, an economic miracle, cheap equipment, gold - almost for nothing, but shopping! ! ! It was only in 2009 that we seriously intended to carry out this work. They have already looked after the hotel - Jal Fujairah Resort. They chose it primarily because of the place - in the emirate of Fujairah, on the shores of the Indian Ocean, or rather the Gulf of Oman, but then - only the open ocean and India, a 3-hour flight. The emirates of Dubai, Abu Dhabi and Sharjah are located on the coast of the Persian Gulf (by the way, the native emirates - the children of Bedouin nomads - call it the Arabian Gulf, they say: what does the Persians have to do with it? ). In Sharjah, alcohol is also strictly prohibited - up to beating the offender with sticks - according to Sharia law. Here comes Fujairah
. But in 2009, we did not manage to go to the Emirates.
We returned to the issue of the UAE only in 2011. And where else to go now in November - so that it is not far away and the water in the sea is warmer? The usual autumn route to Egypt was covered - the Arabs spoiled it with their (organized with the help of the Americans) revolutions and coups. Turkey? No, sorry (and it's already cold there). So UAE. The air during the day, in the shade + 35C, and not + 50C as in May-August, the water in the ocean is 23-26 C. And shopping! ! ! All right, let's go!
In these two years, Jal Fujairah has become Radisson Blu Fujairah. The Japanese chain Jal sold the hotel to the Radisson chain. Well, thank God! For the Emirates, the price has remained quite democratic. For the same money you can go to Egypt 5 * for 12 nights.
I had neither the time nor the desire to deal with visa and hotel reservations myself. Therefore, the tour was bought from a small Kyiv company recommended by friends.
This company bought a tour for us from a larger Kyiv company, and that, in turn, from the Desert Resort company from the Emirates. In short, three intermediaries welded on us. But if it was not difficult to buy a plane ticket, then we categorically did not want to run to the consulate for a visa. And whether the hotel will answer our reservation request is another question. In my opinion, the Bedouins do not care at all: whether you come to them or not. Not you - so there are still others who have not tasted all the joys of a holiday in the UAE. So: the hotel gives the go-ahead, the visa is paid and confirmed, the ticket is received, the insurance is in hand. Let's fly.
Borispol. Terminal F. Undoubtedly, it has become more convenient and faster. Registration, customs, border. By tradition: coffee, cognac and a cigarette - before departure. There is a small cafe next to the smoking room. - Please, coffee and cognac. -This moment, BUT we have paper cups ...Sorry! Drink cognac - 50 drops for 95 UAH.
($12) from a sprawling paper cup - "not camille". -Where are they poured into glasses? - At the other end of the hall ...We are walking to Europe, quickly and with large steps, we are struggling with smoking, the children on the walls are “fuck” instead of “x”. . ” they write, but here we are on the way into something forever ...In short: cognac in a glass - in the Irish Pub, coffee in a paper cup in Fridays, a smoke break in a smoking room with a very weak pulling hood. So the time before landing passed unnoticed. But in the old terminal C, before the renovation, all this could be done in one place; and then you wander around duty-free, like a restless person and have nowhere to put yourself! Well done, people, again, taken care of.
Departure, thank God, almost on time. Boeing - moderately middle-aged. The crew is sober, in moderation. We are flying for 5 hours. Have flown. This is the third time we fly to the Emirates with UIA and the third time our plane is late! Kerosene they merge on the road and sell or what? Or is it every time we are so unlucky with the wind? Touch. Earth.
The airport. Further - a quick step, a herd, for "knowledgeable people. " Here is the border. Retinal scan. Where is this, sorry? It turned out to be a fairly quick procedure, a well-organized queue, a stamp on the visa paper and stomp further to the border guards. Personally, I didn’t like it: why on earth should a Bedouin in a white canopy shine some crap in my eye. But where to go: if you don’t want to, stomp back and onto the plane “...go hom”. Then the Bedouin border guard, having carefully checked the stamp of the previous Bedouin in the visa paper, slapped the stamp in the passport and that’s it, he didn’t even deign to smile, go and rest. We pick up the luggage and go out. Upon exiting the “gilded” inside the airport building, we were greeted by heat, closeness, hubbub and flies.
I recalled a scene: before landing in Dubai, the flight attendants of Sri Lankan Airlines walk around the cabin and carefully spray everything with repellent - they poison flies. Don't let the Sri Lankan fly fly to the Emirates!
There will be scandal. YES THERE YOUR FLIES IN BULK. Show-offs are all tinsel, like many other things among the Bedouins.
Promised to us office "Desert Resort" in the indicated place, on the scheme received from the tour company, was not. Instead, a lot of Russian-speaking Muslims with signs were found. One of them showed us a fussy fat woman Tanya with a sign "Desert Resort" dressed up with tourists. After digging through her lists for a long time and finding out our names, the girl gave out: stand there at the entrance next to the coffee machine, your group has not yet gathered. ? ? ? What a group? ! -You are from Kyiv, so 10 people are going to Fujairah. -HURRAH! ! !
After 20 minutes of trampling “at the entrance next to the coffee machine” - heat, stuffiness, hubbub and flies, I again catch Tanya. – When are we going? We are waiting for two more. These two - a cheerful couple from Zhytomyr, who got lost in duty-free and came fairly loaded with packages with oblong, gurgling boxes - we waited for exactly an hour.
Conclusion - if possible, take a tour without a transfer, taxis in Dubai are in bulk and prices are fixed, we are talking, of course, about official taxis with a meter. Well, everyone is here. Tanya hands us over to the driver, he leads us to the bus, we load our luggage, sit down, let's go. COLD. In the Emirates, everywhere we have visited, they do not save on air conditioners. Apparently the Bedouins are dragging themselves from the cold. Once upon returning to the room, we discovered that the idiot cleaner had set the air conditioner to 18C. I had to sit on the balcony for an hour - to warm up the room, since there was something to sit with. But that was later. They asked the driver to make it warmer - he did. We drove for about 2 hours. Speed up to 130 - not felt - good road surface. You quickly get used to the good: well, the road is like a road. Well, it's wide. So what? They felt the difference only when they returned home and drove from Boryspil to Kyiv - not a road, but some kind of country road: a bump on a bump.
Road.
There is sand on the roadsides, skyscrapers in the distance, construction sites nearby. There is little greenery, a lot of garbage, a camel stands on a hill ...four Bedouins are resting in the shade of a "rich" jeep ...a desert, in a word. On the way, the main attraction is the cement plant. DARKNESS. We drive up to the mountains. They say the highest is 1.5 km. We drive through them in half an hour. We drive into the town of Diba, the ocean is visible in the distance, the Lu-Lu supermarket is on the right (taxi 25 dirhams - order from reception, 20 - back to the hotel, with a Pakistani taxi driver). We drive another 20 minutes and we are there.
Hotel. 3 buildings, 250 rooms, located facing the ocean, at a distance of 50 meters from the water. In the 1st - a reception with a Russian-speaking boy (Daniyal) and a semi-Russian-speaking boy (Ahmed). Without any surcharges and "Turkish ingenuity" we settle on the top (favorite) floor. 1st and 2nd buildings: buildings of 4 floors - for Europe and rich Arabs. 3rd - 3-storey - mixed, but primarily for the CIS.
By the way, in appearance, the buildings are somewhat reminiscent of a typical sanatorium from the times of the CIS, but inside everything corresponds to what was stated in the advertisement. Next are several 3-storey villas - for the Bedouins. It is interesting that immediately behind them is a distiller, which in the first days of our vacation quite stank. True, the stench did not reach our room, but the evening promenade in that direction had to be shortened.
Territory: the work of Japanese landscape designers is felt, clean, but there is little greenery, grass, bushes, almost no flowers, 20 palm trees and that's it (there used to be an empty rocky coast).
The beach is about 500 meters long, separated from its neighbors by breakwaters (mountains on the left, 3 * HBM motel on the right, behind which there is a stall with alcoholic beverages and beer). Sunbeds, umbrellas - all in good condition and in sufficient quantity.
However, the CIS habit of running to the beach at 7 am, taking the "best seats" and not showing up there until noon, has already spread all over the world. I personally saw a German, bashfully looking around and attaching a newspaper to a sunbed. Naive! Our friend has arrived. He threw out a newspaper - they say the wind blew it away. He spread out a towel and ...left until 2 o'clock. But after all, the “best places” are different for everyone: for example, I like where it is quieter and closer to the water, and for someone - next to a bar or pool. So, for those who are interested, there are 8 pools and 4 bars on the territory. One of the bars, the one on the beach, we called "muhobar". And that's why. On the second day of our stay, we had the “pleasure” to eat king prawns there (95 dirhams - serving: 3 pieces) and drink beer (glass - 45 dirhams).
While waiting, about 40 minutes, it was promised: “no more than 15 minutes, ser, ” ser and half of it were almost eaten alive by flies, of which there are a myriad of flies in this catering establishment and from where they scatter around the neighborhood. Well, what do you want, Asia, sir.
Internet. Girls! That big, flat, black thing that stands in front of the bed in the room is called a TV connected to the hotel's cable network, not the Internet. With it, you can check your account (by the way, it is very convenient) and watch a movie or about the weather (60 channels, including 3 Russian channels + 2 Russian music channels). Yes, there is internet. To enter the network in the room, a “hose” sticks out of the wall or you can use Wi-Fi at the reception. All over the world in Radisson hotels I-net is free. They have such a feature. The speed is quite normal. To enter, you need to go to the reception, activate the service and that's it.
Ocean. Good as always.
A significant and very big MINUS - these are specks of oil ranging in size from a 10-kopeck coin to the bottom of a glass, floating in the water for 6 days out of 10 we spent there. When you swim, it’s still nothing, the spots slide off the wet body, but when you get out of the water and specifically step on this, the stain is wiped off the sole only with the help of chemistry or lotion. For women it's even worse: what about a swimsuit? But you can proudly say: yes, in the Emirates, I bathed in oil! The second minus is that the ocean is empty: you can safely not take a snorkel mask. For all the time from the new it was possible to see only pearl shells, up to 30 centimeters in size. There are few living creatures, no corals. The water was clear up to 10 meters only on the 1st day, in the morning, and so - the constant turbidity from the sand on the beach. The same goes for Fishing in Oman. A boring half hour bus ride to a nearby port, across the border into Oman. The original boat.
Nice bay with swimming from the boat. Empty ocean with sea urchins. Dinner. Fishing on a reel in the open ocean (a third of the people got sick, even though the excitement was 1-2 points). The Bedouin dropped anchor clearly at the "baited" place. So we managed to catch 9-meter barracudas for 45 tourists. Not bad, but, as for me, it's not worth $100 per person.
Sightseeing tour of Dubai. Through Sharjah. Having looked at the skyscrapers from the windows of the bus, after 2 hours we drive up to the palace of the Emir of Dubai. The declared visit to the palace comes down to a 10-minute trampling of 40 tourists at the gate and looking at them (the palace is observed somewhere in the depths), looking at peacocks in abundance (of which the emir is a big fan), guards with "Kalash" and " lamborghini" of some petty emir clerk. The next point of our program is the Parus Hotel. This is where the minimum room rate is $3.000 per night, where one of the latest films about 007 was filmed.
One of the most expensive shopping places in all Emirates. Loud, noisy, crowded, everything glitters and moves - something between a Turkish 5 * hotel, the Bessarabian market and the subway at rush hour. This is the largest aquarium in the world. It is interesting to stare at the shark swimming above you, but nothing special. Through this bedlam we go out to the square. Here is the world's largest singing fountain. Sings only 3 minutes, but every half an hour. The height of the jets is up to 130 meters. I personally liked the singing fountain in Sochi, 1985 much more. On the same square is...The tallest building in the world: Burj Khalifa - Khalifa Tower (approx. 820 meters). The observation deck in it is located at an altitude of 620 meters. A small part of our tour, for a fee ($ 50 per person, the number of tickets is limited! ), is lifted by an elevator (the fastest in the world) to this site.
The expressions of delight on the faces of those who descended back to the sinful earth were not noticed. Rather, it was written - it seems we were again divorced. In general, there is a lot of the MOST big in the Emirates, but this, in my opinion, does not cause much pleasure for anyone, except for the Bedouins themselves. For example: the BIGGEST minimum wage in the world of $ 2.700 a month shines only for indigenous Bedouins, and visitors work for a penny, having no right and no prospects for either citizenship or retirement (at 60 years old - go home or be deported from the country ). The final collection of sightseers scattered along the Dubai Mall is, of course, a souvenir shop presented by the guide. Then get on the bus and back to Fujairah. On the way, already at 24-00 - a stop at the carpet market. People even buy something, rather as a keepsake than as a quality product. We returned to the hotel at 2 am. Who has never been to Dubai, like us, then it's worth a trip. BUT: $110 per person! -Well, they mow down the money!
- said about these excursions, the Uzbek taxi driver who later took us to Dubai. For $250 (for four) it is quite possible to find a car with a Russian-speaking driver who will stop at the right place and tell and show more than a guide on a bus to a crowd of 40 people.
Shopping. In the Emirates, everything is the cheapest - NON-BRED. Maybe it was like that 5-10 years ago, or it happens even now during the days of big sales (they say in December). And so: telephones, photo and video equipment - in Kyiv, in i-no stores, 50 - 500 hryvnia cheaper. Clothes - for branded items - the price is the same. Gold is for everybody. Furs - Chinese, issued for Italian (Greek) - cheap, good - not cheap.
Service. If we compare the Egyptian and the Emirates, then 2 and 5. And it’s not surprising - for any offense an employee can easily be fired or, for something more serious, expelled from the country.
4 million visitors work for a million Bedouins (...all citizens will be happy and free, and each will have 4 slaves ... ). Bedouins never work physically. Yes, and they live almost according to the principle: "from each - according to his abilities, to each - according to his needs. " True, they don’t sing the Internationale, instead they have prayers 6 times a day.
Food. Any and European and east. Meat, unlike the Egyptians and Turks, is cooked deliciously. Juices in the LuLu supermarket cost almost the same as in Kyiv, water in 1.5 liter plastic is 2 times cheaper.
Petrol. $0.35 - $0.50, diesel fuel $1.20. Gasoline is for people, and diesel fuel is for business.
Cars. The overwhelming majority are prestigious models of recent years. The price is half the price of ours. Many thanks to the "fighters" for the interests of the domestic auto industry!
A few words in conclusion. For me, the UAE is a country of one visit. Looked, noted - I was there. And I don't want to anymore.
Yes, they have a lot of THE BIGGEST, yes they have high technology, yes they, the indigenous, have a lot of opportunities and, often, money. BUT. 50 years ago this state did not exist. Wild tribes roamed the desert and grazed goats, and the coastal inhabitants were fed by fishing and pearling. Now they, like children who were given a lot of toys at once, want even more of them and the BIGGEST ones, and which no one has. Where will it lead, is the question? The current Bedouins really have a lot of money and what they want to play next is known to Allah alone. What happens when they run out of oil? Well, in general: God give them more peace and wisdom!
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