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The Dining Scene in Bucharest

I love to blog. I love to eat. But blogging about what I eat isn’t something I care to do. But while in Bucharest, we did eat at some places with some really good food.

Mon Amour Caffe

One evening we got off the Metro at Piaţa Romană and literally walked around in drizzling rain until something stood out. The idea was to go where the locals went to eat as opposed to Old Town where the tourists go. We found a place called Mon Amour Caffe.

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Getting Away to Fujeirah and the Rest of the Country

As our trip draws to a close, what better way to top what we’ve done so far by getting out of town? Dubai is but one of seven Emirates, but by no means does Dubai represent what the UAE is like in general. Friday would be a day we saw the rest of the country. But first, we got something to eat at Burger King. Bean Royale anyone?

Bean Royale

Before we got on with the long road trip, we came across Sharjah Institute of Technology [I won’t say the acronym joke] and University City Hall. They would be the last modern looking structures for many, many miles. Many, many, many miles as we drove into the deserts.

We decided to head east, cutting through Sharjah en route to Fujeirah. The road to the Indian Ocean was about what I was expecting from a desert country. All desert. Even saw some real camels roaming the sands. Miles and miles of road surrounded by miles and miles of desert. Well, until we reached the mountains.

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Our Day Trip to Abu Dhabi, UAE

You know, I used to think that the United Arab Emirates was a part of Saudi Arabia. Seriously. I thought it was a special part of Saudi Arabia set aside as a tourist destination, free from the Wahhabi influence from the main, uh, desert. I mean, who names a country UAE anyway? Then again, we are the USA, huh?

But the UAE is an actual country. The country consists of seven emirates [essentially states]. Abu Dhabi is the capital; Dubai is the juggernaut. The other five are Ajman, Fujairah, Ras al-Khaimah, Sharjah and Umm al-Quwain, but none are as flush with money as Abu Dhabi and Dubai.

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Our First Journey Into The City of Gold — Dubai

With so much to do but a whole week to get it done, we spent our first real day out and about on The Big Bus. Every big city has them. The hop on hop off tour buses which take you from one site to the next and gives you a true snapshot of what a city has to offer.

We started our tour at Emirates Mall, but with an entire city to explore, we didn’t waste any time getting on with the tour. Once we got on the main road, what I would consider a highway considering everyone was averaging 100 mph, we were greeted with a sign warning about a sand storm. But a Dubai sand storm isn’t what you see in the movies. No gusts of wind blowing grains of sand in our eyes. Actually, if it wasn’t for the sign, we probably wouldn’t have noticed there was a sand storm other than the fact that we couldn’t see the skyline in the distance. It looked more like a fog obscuring the buildings.

Sign warning us of a sand storm in Dubai

Sign warning of a sand storm in Dubai.

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Getting Some Bacon on the Way to Dubai

On the way to Dubai to visit Nduku’s sister and her family, we had a quick layover at Heathrow in London, England [or is it the UK? Or Great Britain?]. We grabbed breakfast at a place called Giraffe, which as pretty cool. Our waitress reminded me of Minnie Driver, part her look, part her accent.

I have no idea what time it was at the airport or inside my head, but whatever was on the menu just didn’t seem to be what I wanted. Everything sounded fancy. So I asked if I could just get some scrambled eggs with cheese and bacon. Of course they didn’t have Mountain Dew so I settled for water.

While we waited, the waitress brought out some Giraffes, naturally it being the name of the place.

Najwa at Giraffe

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Just Getting to Dubai Was an Adventure in Itself

It’s been years since my last international flight. Pre-9/11 actually. Back then, though, the traveling abroad was back and forth to Germany where my dad was stationed at Karl Schulz Kaserne in Bremerhaven, of what was then called West Germany. I barely remember the flight back to the states, but I do remember that we didn’t go through layers and layers of security.

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