A week before I flew out to Dubai, Trailfinders sent me a PDF file of things that you’re not allowed to do in the country – which was basically a huge list of everything that’s remotely fun with big red crosses through it.
Now, I’m all for respecting people’s religions, cultures and traditions and I’m totally into the whole ‘When in Rome’ thing. If I’m in a good mood I even shut up when people inflict their daft opinions on me on the daily basis… but am I the only one who thinks that to actually send tourists a file of what not to do before they arrive, is a bit much?!
As it happens, I wasn’t actually planning to have sex in public during my stay; as I was with my parents this was pretty much off the cards anyway… and considering that the Muslim women conceal their entire bodies except for their eyes I had pretty much figured that sunbathing topless was a bad idea.
Did you know you’re not even allowed to hold hands in public!? Well try telling that to my Dad who, even at the age of 23, still grabs my hand when I cross the road.
Instead of outlining the punishment I would suffer should I have indulged in a bit of alfresco fun, (which, FYI Trailfinders, I’m pretty sure is outlawed in most countries anyway – and something I wish someone had told the couple I tripped over at midnight on Brighton beach a few weeks ago, as it could have saved me a really awkward few minutes) it would have been really fucking helpful if they had actually given me some useful tips instad.
So I’ve decided to do their job for them.
The Scarlett MINI Guide To… What Not To Do In Dubai
- Don’t accidentally walk into the men’s prayer room at the airport thinking it’s a toilet.
As with many elements of the Arabic culture, men and women are segregated in prayer… so as you can imagine, a drunk English bird stumbling in – even when it’s outside of the designated prayin’ hours – really, really pisses people off.
In my defence though:
- I was only drunk because my mother’s terrible fear of flying requires that she has at least four pints before boarding any type of aircraft – and what type of daughter would I be if I let her drink alone?
- If you ask me, putting the ladies next to the men’s prayer room is a design flaw at the best of times, not to mention when it’s the closest toilet to the only pub in the entire airport.
- It was an Irish pub.
- Don’t end up locked in an attic surrounded by fake bags
This is probably one of the most important things they should have told me; if you’re in the Souk and someone tempts you away with the promise of the best fake handbags in the world, but don’t had an obvious stall nearby, don’t follow them.
You’ll only end up getting herded down an alleyway by two men and up a flight of stairs into a tiny attic room – where, if you’re experience is anything like mine, someone will stand against the door and you’ll end up buying a blackberry just so they let you out. A blackberry that, of course, only comes with an instruction manual in Arabic… if anyone knows how to lock the screen please GOD let me know!
And just a final tip…
- Beware of toilet water levels
This is one for the girls… and something you probably think is a trivial tip whilst you’re sat reading it in you’re comfy house with normal toilet water levels – but after accidentally putting you’re hand in your own piss three times in one day, I swear you would wish someone had told you too. Girls, for some inexplicable reason, the national toilet services of Dubai have decided to fill the bowls up stupidly high. So when you have a wee you’re about a millimetre away from being sat in a puddle of your own making – keep this in mind when wiping or throwing tissue into the water…