We decided to try the souk markets as they are more traditional than the malls. And the most traditional of the souks? Why the fish market of course! Blue crab, red crab, lobster, shrimps of every variety. “Come, boss. Try this!” Vendors kept approaching T, but as the only woman in sight I was the fish out of water. An eager handshake of a vendor left us wondering how Purell hadn’t been a part of our outing. There were easily 10 rows with 20 salesmen each, and a second section where 40 men waited to slice and dice your fish. And they wonder why there might be 2x as many men to women here in Dubai. The adjoining fruit and date market was less intimidating, so allowed me to get my camera out.
A gold souk and a spice souk later, we caught an abra, a traditional wooden shuttle ferry. Men jumped on and off with ease, I claimed my seat paying 1 dirham (about a quarter) for our shuttle. A pretty efficient system, minus a few fumes.
I led us on a wild goose chase for a lunch that turned out to be mostly oil and some chicken. T balanced things out with a new found Arab delight – and almond wrapped in a date wrapped in chocolate. Oh my!
To reunite with the fish and to redeem my lunch pick, we had a seafood dinner. Our last dinner in Dubai, as Thailand calls.