Day four of six, and the only activity we had partaken in so far was shopping. Our limbs, tummies and most especially our debit cards were the worse for wear. Hence, we decided we would spend the day chilling at the beach and probably later take a dhow from Abra dock to the gold souk to see what all the hype was about.
We seemed to be the only ones interested in going to the beach on that day, judging by the emptiness of the shuttle bus. We soon discovered why: the cold that day eh! People were scurrying past in hooded jackets, we were sauntering about scantily clad. And as chics na, we no suppose dey feel such pedestrian things as cold but my teeth so did not get the memo o. The 32 of them were shamelessly chattering like say tomorrow no dey. Smh!
Not much else happened that day; lost an earring.
Discovered an out-of-the-way(as in totally obscured) outlet mall along the jumeirah beach walk and scored a few designer stuff at half price(or so they claimed).
Didn’t take the dhow eventually, just took a cab straight to the gold souk abeg; we were in no mood for any drama that day.
Left the souk less than an hour after we arrived feeling totally ripped off(a whole gold connoisseur like me). I think it was the whole purchasing in alien currency thing that was the problem. After a while, the brain gets tired of being in currency-converter mode 24/7. Oh well.
Took the metro to the city centre first and Dubai mall next to return some things we decided we no longer wanted.
*dariz why I love obodo-oyibo*
And then home!