The first 3 were in Dubai. Unfortunately I had to work for most of that time but I did get a chance to see a little bit of the city. I went to one of the biggest
malls in the world with 1,200 stores, an aquarium, an ice skating rink, a waterfall, a huge fountain AND a TGIFriday’s! What more could you want from one location? I did a little bit of shopping there but the exchange isn’t great and everything in Dubai is VERY expensive. It was a pretty “westernized” city, as people say. It was kind of nice to be in a place where I recognized things. This mall even had an American Eagle. I’m bummed I couldn’t see more but I didn’t take a few pictures of the skyline with the tallest building in the world.
Then I was off to Fujairah. This place took the crappiest port title away
from Cyprus. I was so uncomfortable to whole time I was there that all I wanted to do was turn around and go back to the ship. There were no women out anywhere, never mind ginger women with two loud New Yorkers. Everywhere we went people stared at us like we were doing something wrong. We finally hopped in a cab back to the port and George was chatting with the driver. When he asked where we were from, George very casually said, “America.” I scolded him after and told him unless you are in America, tell everyone you are Canadian. He hasn’t been hit with the wrath of an angry foreigner who wants to tell you why it’s your fault that the US is ruining the world, as you sit in a McDonald’s and laugh at the irony of the whole thing. Always say you’re Canadian.
Even though the day didn’t start off to well, I knew the dinner we would have tonight we make up for. I had been looking forward to it all week. Our guests are primarily Americans so I knew they would have a Thanksgiving feast for us. Well, while the guests are Americans, the chefs are not. I don’t know what that was, but it was not Thanksgiving food. There was turkey, which I don’t eat, cranberry sauce, which they had just run out of, mash potatoes, which is the only kind of potato dish I’m not a big fan of, and “stuffing.” This stuffing was made with cornmeal and maybe a little gravy. It was disgusting. I pushed it all aside hoping the pie would fix things but it didn’t. The pecan pie tasted like pecans and not like sugar and butter. Nothing was right and there was no family there to laugh about it with so it became extremely unfunny. I ended up crying into my plate which was fine because it could all use a little salt anyway.