Holy hell, two posts in a week? Cute, but realistically these posts have happened 9 months apart. Jeff and I decided that “we” would take a break from planning and postpone our honeymoon. Once the wedding glow wore off, and with the help of Jeff’s travel guru Topher, we decided upon Dubai and The Seychelles. With such long travel and complete opposite timezones we thought it would be fun to acclimate in Dubai, then relax in The Seychelles.
So, after flying on Emirates Air, the most amazing airline, EVER (Jennifer Aniston did not exaggerate on the commercial) we made it to Dubai. We checked into the worlds tallest hotel, JW Marriott Marquis Dubai and promptly went up to the Vault, the top floor lounge with incredible skyline views for apps and drinks. Dubai should be considered the Decadent Capital of the World. Imagine the nicest people, breathtaking architecture, just all around impeccable service, atmosphere to make my ladybits swoon, food to die, champagne flowing – everything about Dubai is just BEYOND.
Anyways, we stayed up too late, woke up too early so we hit the gym. That would be my one travel tip that really worked for us, getting your body awake really got us adjusted to the time change. Then we hit their breakfast buffet (there were literally rooms and rooms of food) and arabic coffee (jet fuel). The pool was fabulous, Jeff wanted to just read, I just wanted to talk and takes pics (a common theme that Jeff had a love-hate relationship with the whole trip). We had our Desert Safari excursion planned for that afternoon where we took 4×4’s an hour out into the desert and just whipped around the dunes. Few things. I am the worst control freak passenger, when Jeff is driving and not using a blinker. So, when the use of the roll bar in the vehicle is pretty much inevitable, I was losing my mind. This set my anxiety through the roof, i’m pretty sure I was having a panic attack, sweating profusely, holding back from puking and/or passing out. JEFF. LOVED. EVERY. MINUTE. Lucky for everyone, he has all of this on his gopro. I was able to hold it together for pics (duh, i’m a professional) then they dropped us off at the desert camp. They had henna tattoos, a falcon, sand surfing, camel rides, belly dancers, flame throwers and a traditional barbecue meal all set under the desert sky.
Next morning, same gym-breakfast-pool. Then we planned to go see the Burj Khalifa and the Dubai Mall. We really hit all of the touristy things but, you almost have to! It’s all so ridiculous that you can’t fully understand the grandeur until you see it for yourself. Just jaw dropping, incredible. Then you start to think about having to build something that tall, or cleaning the windows (talk about job security you would never be done cleaning them!) and it just blows your mind. The mall was massive, overwhelming to even attempt to shop, so we went to the aquarium and the souks. Then got lunch on a patio next to the Dubai fountain that puts Las Vegas’ Bellagio fountain to shame. Overall, 48 hours in Dubai wasn’t near enough, and can’t wait to go back!!
xo, emily wertz
