Highly amused to note that this morning opened in Sharjah with torrential rain but, crossing the border into Dubai, not a drop has fallen: dry as a bone. Just goes to show what great value you get with that real estate, no?
The sandy snicket between the two had been turned into a muddy morass by the downpour, a deep brown drab and sulky looking piece of desert if ever there were one. The usual clusters of trophy cars (They call 'em 'Chelsea Tractors' in London) were stuck in all sorts of unfeasible positions. Driving past I was horrified to see, nestling in amongst the Cayennes and Hondas, a Pajero bogged down up to his running boards.
I couldn't help feeling as if somebody hadn't rather let the side down.