When my brother told me he was going to Abu Dhabi & Dubai I jumped at the chance to tag along. Like any annoying little sister I threatened to tell mom if he denied me so he had no choice but to cave. What a sucker. A couple of months later, we packed our abayas and dishdashas and headed off to the Middle East.
Two flights, six movies (Man of Steel was REALLY GOOD, btw) and twenty-two hours later, we arrived disoriented and a HOT. ASS. MESS. Like an idiot, I packed two sweaters in case it got “cold” in the scorching desert. It was a waste of space and the reason why I couldn’t fit a frickin’ hookah in my luggage.
After finally settling in and cooling off, we began our adventure and took the Middle East by (sand)storm. This has been unlike any place I’ve travelled before mainly because it’s a place of extremes. From futuristic skyscrapers to man-made beaches, you’re presented with pee-in-your-linen-pants amazement. No doubt this is a place of wealth. The only kind of rain they’re getting is hunnids, hunnids. Maybe they can hook a sista up with some gold blang or a royal Emarati? Something.
As for the people, it’s pretty international and when I say international I mean Filipinos. I guess I can cross the Philippines off my bucket list…
This 10-day trip was an incredible one and all I have are these pictures to show for it. Here are a few highlights for you to view and probably judge.
Blinding ourselves in front of the Emirates Palace.
Remaking the Diddy video inside the Emirates Palace.
Crushing shwarmas with our buddies.
Being asked by our taxi driver if I had only one son. The “one son” being my brother.
Taking multiple pics poolside with my new “friend” Shiva to send to his “wife” who lives in “India.” Like a true gentleman, he asked if it was okay to put his hand on my shoulder for our selfie below. #notcreepyatall
Enjoying an Arabian night and getting hooked on hookah (or shisha as the natives call it.)
Getting high at the Burj Khalifa – the tallest man-made skyscraper in the world!
Watching sunsets like it’s our job. #workingovertime #smizing
Being asked on three separate occasions if I was a swimmer to which I responded with “No, but I Zumba….”
Picking out my dinner at the Atlantis.
Eating on the floor because I personally like to eat food that sits closely to my feet.
The one time when I told my brother I wasn’t going out like no punk and jumped out of a plane at 13,000 feet high. #stupidpeopleproblems
Oh, and that one time I tried to blend in…
…but ended up looking like the grim reaper.
That moment I tried to be like Rihanna and failed to realize she immediately got kicked out after doing this at the mosque.
And lastly, spending QT with my favoritist bother in the whole world. Love you like a brutha…. *chest-pound*
Next victim: My sister Destination: Antartica