It feels like a miracle, but I got out of Kabul and have had a wonderful day in Dubai. Miraculously this morning we took off on time as the clouds parted from their week-long barrage of snow (the plane that I took came from Dubai last night and only landed on its third attempt). This included the fifteen-minute delay created by NATO, which cleared airspace for military activity as they too were taking advantage of the break in the weather.
When I arrived in Dubai I received text message which informed me that Salang, despite the valiant efforts of the Afghan National Army, had finally been closed thanks to the combination of twelve hours of snow and avalanches (bummer those are).
Dubai is golden. I listen and nod politely when I hear the criticisms from those who are so fond of New York and Boston, but now I'm fighting back. It just feels normal to me and yet aspirational (probably has something to do with my personality) and for a person who gets tired of peculiarism, I get the strange sensation I can just be myself.
I came out of Terminal 2 with the crowd of Iranians (way too many blond highlights going on there, got to see one woman throw of a chador to reveal a tank top), and got on to the hotel. The best part was the weather, all the Philipino workers were complaining about the 24C weather, but not me!
Once settled in, I washed off the grime of Afghanistan and hailed a taxi to the Dubai Mall. The Dubai Mall (at the base of the Burj al-Arab, the world's tallest building), though still half-finished and with many of the stores set to open, actually manages to put the Mall of the Emirates to shame. I spent three hours just walking it not including stopping everywhere and couldn't help noting how much nicer it was than Kabul City Centre. Here, in no particular order, are some of my thoughts:
1) Maybe there can be too many Starbucks. After the fifth one (they really helped magnify the disorientation) a part of me felt like crouching down, crying, and yelling "please stop watching me"...not to mention the copious Starbucks clones such as Caribou Coffee, Barista, and Costa.
2) The wall of pork. In the gourmet supermarket on the basement floor there was a room entirely devoted to pork. It was a mighty selection, from chorizo from every Latin country to scores of Italian sausages to a wall of bacon. All the better was that not a single product therein was pork free. Pork-flavoured ice cream was all that seemed to be lacking.
3) Blank spaces should be covered in LED screens. Always.
4) The food court. Again, addressed to Americans: What the fuck is wrong with you? Why do you people not embrace the 21st century? And why do you so disdain the goodness of fast food? But Europeans have these problems too while at the same time defending decidely mediocre national cuisines. The food selection was dazzling, even in terms of American regional food. And that's saying something because Americans perform weakly in fast food offerings both in terms of taste and variety. The Great Kabab Factory of Delhi fame has started franchising too. After panicking over the shear variety of choice I gave up and went for a mix of traditionals...chhole bhature complemented with a few pieces of extra spicy from KFC.
Laden with a new pair of shoes (I came with old running shoes I've been running 10k in way too long and which felt immediately demodee on arrival to Dubai), I returned to the hotel and resolved to find a nice place to sit outdoors and drink a beer and finish Rashid's Descent into Chaos. Le Meridien has a big food court here and I settled on the Irish pub with many things on tap.
Of course I owed it to myself to stop by the large club in the middle of the courtyard--an inappropriately loud house party in the middle of one's hotel is never to be passed up, even if it is playing a mix of late 80s ami-pop, remixed Gugush, and too much Cheb Khalid. Plus it's furnishing consisted of throw pillows and it offered complimentary nargilas. I sidle up to the bar and start a conversation. This is one of those moments when contact with the real world (as opposed to Immoralistan aka Afghanistan) blows away any pre-conception of how civilised you thought you had kept yourself on the frontier. Moreover, for someone who spends his professional life thinking about things blowing up, stopping things from blowing up, who's blowing them up, and how to stop people from getting blown up with them, mixed with a large dose of constant political intrigue, normal conversations are difficult. I mean I'm behind, really behind. I just watched Om Shanti Om, the biggest movie of all time by every metric, a few days back--I actually booked Emirates so I could do nothing but watch film trailers all the way to London and be able to carry on a respectable conversation. By this time tomorrow I will know what Saif and Soha Ali Khan have been up too. But not yet.
After one Corona I leave the bar resolved to drink on my own a bit and enjoy the freshness of the tap. Sitting out in the warm evening (the air smells of plants--something one misses in Afghanistan where the environment has been crushed time and time again) and people watching I must admit I appreciate Dubai. It has the diversity and humanity, which Los Angeles excels at over New York, but so much more of it. I ended up at the Irish-themed pub hanging out a random mix of people interact on a normal basis and not being bothered by questions of nationality at all. Dubai is a never-ending construction site, has way too many roads and I see how an east-coaster would feel isolated, but it's so pretty and shiny and shows how consumerism is a force for good in our lives too by creating lively integrated spaces.
I didn't go for the Irish food (thought about cabbage and bacon with potatoes mash)...and instead opted for a nice fish curry even though I imagine that's all I'll be eating in the UK. Off to bed and on to the UK.