This day last year, we were in Dubai, having stopped off on our way back from Australia. I wish I could say I loved Dubai. It’s just not my kind of place. In fact, it reminded me strongly of my least favourite place in the whole world, Las Vegas. I did quite like this sculpture of diving figures in the otherwise overwhelming temple of excess that is the Dubai Mall.
We thought it might be interesting to take a tour into the desert, but the more than 3 hours round trip just to get to a scrubby bit of dirty sand and some very smelly camels inside a wire fence did rather take the gloss off the experience. Still, I liked these strange little bushes with their roots exposed. They looked as if, at night, they might secretly tiptoe across the sand.