![]() |
![]() ![]() |
|
|
| Wild, wild wadi...
Thankfully, the weather isn't quite as monotonous as I have made out; January and February can get quite cool when the wind blows from the snow-covered peaks in Iraq and Lebanon. And, during the summer months — between June and October — a splash in the sea requires a flying sprint over the blazing sand, and a leap into the warm, salty sea. The sunny weather is also interrupted by rain. Yes, unbelievably, we get rainy days here! The marble paving turns into a treacherous slipway and chaos rules on the roads. The concrete jungle becomes flooded in minutes and you need to avoid walking under awnings as layers of dust start running down the buildings in brown rivulets. The rain doesn't usually last very long and within a couple of hours, the sun is hard at work sucking up all the new little puddles.
The rain lasted well into the next day, but even in the dim light we could see the wreckage of the night before — flooded roads, leaves and branches strewn everywhere, and the constant wail of sirens signalling the discovery of some new destruction. It was the highest recorded rainfall in a decade and there was major flooding of streets and buildings throughout the UAE. The dry desert wadis (a wadi is a dry river bed – a favourite spot for 4x4s, but extremely dangerous in the rainy season) became substantial rivers overnight and reports of havoc filled the sodden morning newspaper.
Wild Wadi
Tickets are quite expensive at dhs100 per person, but this the only fee you pay for unlimited use of the park. To prove that you've paid, you are given a disc on a strap which you wear like a watch. You can also have your disc 'filled' with money so that if you want to buy drinks or food you just swipe your disc instead of worrying about carrying your wallet around. Towels and lockers are also provided. The staff are very friendly and efficient and surprise, surprise, a lot of them are South Africans and we were greeted with smiles and 'geniet julle dag'. We weren't too sure how anything worked or what to expect but the first thing that struck us was the fact that everyone was in a costume — bikinis, bathing suits, shorts or Speedos. After our experiences of modesty on the beaches, it was like walking into a nudist colony!
Master Blasters It's like a roller coaster but a lot smoother and less scary, and is a lot of fun, once you get the hang of it. I laughed and screamed the whole time. They have lifeguards about every 10m, and at times the slides come to a junction where you can choose where you want to go and the lifeguards pull and push you into place. We also spent quite a bit of time in the wave pool. A good place to catch your breath as gentle waves bob you about. While I lay in the sun, Terry tried out the wave machines and after some spectacular wipe-outs, started to get the hang of it. Then we went on the Flood River; gentle water that goes round in a big circle and goes under two 'waterfalls' and when you least expect it a huge tidal wave comes out of nowhere — hence the name! Then it was off to the Jumeirah Sceirah — a slide of note! They advertise it as "travelling between 60 and 80km per hour, you will experience the exhilaration of weightlessness". A more accurate description would be along the lines of "a deceptively tall slide that will have you terrified all the way down — along the way you will get a wedgy at the speed of between 60 and 80km per hour..." Ouch. An experience not to be repeated. After a few more rides on the tubes and the Flood River we were thoroughly water-logged, sun-drenched and exhausted! It really was well worth the trip out to Dubai and we had a great time. It also didn't take long for the aches and pains to set in, along with sunburnt noses and shoulder!
| ||