31.01.2016 - 16.02.2016 76 °F
I hope that my daily journals reflect the wondrous experience that I have been fortunate enough to enjoy over the past two weeks. I should probably go back and read my rambling, but even if I did – I wouldn’t change it. I have to agree with Janet, when I am asked how I liked my trip to India, I shall say that it was not long enough. I didn’t have enough of Udiapur and I would have happily taken another bus ride to another adventure in another India city. I was sad to leave the hotel knowing that the trip to the airport would be the last ride with the crew that we have come to know and depend upon. Parveen, of course – but there was also the expert driver (who was not hard on the eye, by the way) and his young side-kick who acted as a steward.
Yesterday’s airport adventure (Udiapur to Delhi to Dubai) was a tiring process but was exactly what one must expect when dealing with other countries’ security and immigration policies. Things are different. For instance, in India you cannot even enter the airport unless you can prove that you are a passenger, every single person is wanded, and you have to show your passport about three times, yet they let you bring in liquids. Whatever.
Rosemary and I landed in Dubai and checked in to the Hyatt Regency. Our room overlooks a panorama of cargo and cruise ships on the Arabian Sea and skyscrapers off in the distance. We I fell into bed and slept like the dead until about 7:00AM when the internal alarms went off, although we’d only had five hours of sleep.
First order of the new day – breakfast. Not wanting a hotel buffet, we took off down the street looking for food. Our hotel is located in a kind of older downtown area rather than where the big, unusually shaped commercial buildings are, so it wasn’t too long before we ran into restaurant row. In keeping with “when in Rome” we decided to dine in a locally owned café called . . . . . . . .KFC. That’s right. We had fried chicken for breakfast/lunch. Not sure Rosemary would want that information getting out.
Fortified by protein, fat and salt, we took off to find the gold souk. The Dubai Gold Souk is a market area containing ~300 jewelry retailers, mostly gold. It’s in an old section with winding narrow streets, but it’s been updated with lighting and benches and is very clean. Still, as they always have, the hawkers were out in droves, trying to herd you into their store. By the time we got there, cruise ship passengers had also descended upon the market. Believe me, there was enough room and enough gold for all. The prices are incredible so I found myself looking for jewelry that I would never wear. . . . . rings, bangles. . . . I stopped that silliness and I settled on a pendant. I can wear it constantly and I will always be reminded of this great trip. I don’t know why it is that for me the most recent journey is always the best one so far, and India is no exception.