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(Notes for the Abu Dhabi Bar Mitzvah)Archive for Places to go
Once and Future Happiness: This Decade on Saadiyat
It is essential that we have hope. For human beings to push forward we must have some confidence in the brighterhood of tomorrow — happiness is our fuel and our pot of gold. Saadiyat Island, the UAE’s Orwellianly marketed “Happiness Island” will host New York University beginning in 2014, and will has already begun selling villas to early birds with big nest eggs. The major museums are on the slate for five years Gulf time, or approximately 7-? years.
Here’s a blurry look at some major projects and where they stand.
Major Projects — اهم المشاريع
The Guggenheim
Future: Guggenheim
Now: Guggenheim
The Louvre
Future: Louvre
Now: The Louvre
Now: The Louvre
Saadiyat Beach Villas
Future: Saadiyat Beach Villas
Now: Saadiyat Beach Villas
Monte Carlo Beach Club
Future: Monte Carlo Beach Club
Now: Monte Carlo Beach Club
Park Hyatt Hotel and Villas
Future: Park Hyatt Abu Dhabi Hotel and Villas
Now: Park Hyatt Abu Dhabi Hotel and Villas
Shangri-La Hotel
Future: Shangri-La Hotel, Saadiyat
Now: Shangri-La Hotel, Saadiyat
Now: Shangri-La Hotel, Saadiyat
New York University Abu Dhabi
Future: New York University Abu Dhabi
NYUAD in 2014?
Now: New York University Abu Dhabi
Now: New York University Abu Dhabi
St. Regis Resort
Future: St. Regis Saadiyat Resort
Now: St. Regis Saadiyat Resort
Zayed National Museum
Future: Zayed National Museum
Now: Zayed National Museum
State of the Etihad — حالة الاتحاد
Housing for construction laborers.
Now: Khalifa Highway
Now: Saadiyat Marina
Saadiyat from Space
Now: Saadiyat Beach
Saadiyat Beach Golf Club
Saadiyat Beach Golf Club
Now: Manarat al-Saadiyat convention center
The Vision — الرؤية
(Buzzwords in the UAE: “vision” and “outlook” and “innovation” and “tomorrow”.)
Future: Cultural District (Inshallah)
Abu Dhabi at Night
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The Abu Dhabi National Theater and skyline
From the breakwater
Abu Dhabi, UAE
Ski Dubai Sucks — سكي دبي المصات
Ski Dubai sucks.
Whatever you want to make it: it ain’t. Whether you are an old timer looking to relive those far away moments on the slopes or a polar bear lost and seeking shelter, you’re going to be as disappointed as the kid at Chuckie Cheese’s that realizes the good prizes cost 8,000 jackpots worth of tickets. And if you’re a first timer — forget it. The 400-ft. slope lacks all of the things that make first-time skiers want to come back for a second. No scenery (it’s indoors); no choice of trails (it’s in a mall), no babes in the lodge (it’s Dubai); no hot chocolate at the bottom (cause fuck you, that’s why).
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سناميّ — My Humps
Transliterated Qur’anic phrases and Islamic benedictions make up most of the road signs on the straight highway out of Dubai. We headed towards the second stop in an epic three-part field trip that began early in the morning at the UAE’s only paper recycling plant and would end at its sole hydroponics farm, where veggies are grown without soil and taste like heaven on earth.
Our afternoon stop: Camelicious™, the largest camel dairy farm in the country, (and sister company Al Nassma, the elegant pioneering producer of camel milk chocolate) where farmers have harnessed one of the lesser tapped cameline resources in an experimental venture financed by Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum, Prime Minister and Vice President of the UAE, and absolute monarch of Dubai.
Welcome to the Desert, Call Me Sir
Sir Bani Yas is not the name of a long lost Arabian Knight, nor of an Englishman hidden away in the caves of the Emirates’ Western Region. It is a sizable island 250 kilometers down the coast from Abu Dhabi, reachable only by boat, and just a short ferry ride off the one road to Saudi Arabia.
Check-in for the resort — it is (of course) a resort — is on the mainland, miles away from the 34 square miles of desert island that was once as barren as its neighborhood coastline. But in 1971, the late ruler and founder of the UAE, Sheikh Zayed, built a palace on a hilltop, imported his favorite African animals à la carte, and established the island as a national reserve. And that — as they say in these parts — was that.
منتصف الطريق — Middle of the Road
At the fish market near the port and harbor, Mina, everything is way too easy. A four-pound fish fresh from the morning catch, a half-kilo of calamari, another half pound of shrimp — all for about 80 dirham (22 bucks). And around the side of the market, half a dozen grilling and frying experts wait outside their restaurants to spice and cook everything you’ve just bought right on the spot (25 dirham). Get some minty, spicy arabic salad (from the same guys) and a couple lemons (from next door) and it’s without a doubt the best lunch in the city (priceless).
Abu Dhabi is a city that lacks a middle. There isn’t much of a middle class, or a stable one at least — the kind that spends christmases in the UAE. And there aren’t a whole lot of midrange places to eat where a sandwich might cost eight bucks, coffee would cost two, and everything else would be something else average. Everything is either high or low.
