We’re out of pirate territory finally and got the all-clear to open our curtains and keep the lights on at night. I could tell that we are out of the danger zone because when we went to breakfast all the covers were removed from the windows in the public areas. Much as I love adventure, I’m thankful that this was an uneventful passage.
We’ve turned the corner, out of the Arabian Sea, following the coast of Oman, and into the Gulf of Oman. In the late afternoon, we went through the Strait of Hormuz, passing by Iran but we didn’t see any saber rattling by Iran (thank goodness), and on into the Persian Gulf, scheduled to arrive at Dubai, United Arab Emirates in the morning. (I just paused to reread the last couple of sentences and those names sound so exotic that it is hard to believe I am really traveling in these places. Wow, how cool is that?) What little land we could see was brown, rocky, and barren -- big surprise.
The weather was somewhere near 90 degrees F and 75% humidity -- I could hardly breathe when I walked on the outside decks. At noon I went outside for a few minutes and my glasses immediately fogged up. I just don’t think my body was designed for this kind of weather. Kind of hard on the camera, too.
Tomorrow we reach Dubai and while the other passengers debark and go home we plan to meet our tour guide (we booked a private tour) and will spend some time being driven around. The weather forecast is 109 degrees F, but because of the humidity it is effectively 115 degrees F. (Bet you can’t wait to read my comments about this heat. If you want to empathize, turn your oven on to 115 degrees and stick a bowl of hot water in there. Then stick your head in for awhile. You can almost imagine you’re in Dubai, right?) The problem with Dubai is that it doesn’t really have much history or “culture” that you can see -- it’s mostly new buildings of some fabulous design or other. But we’ll see -- I may have some delicious stories to relate.
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