Have you ever been sure that something wasn’t right, or good for you, yet wanted it anyway? Have you ever left a destructive relationship or habit behind and then longed to have it back? Have you ever been delighted to say goodbye to something and then felt dirty for later missing it?
This is how I am beginning to feel about the little idiosyncrasies that made up life in Dubai. I miss little things that I never thought I would. Incredibly, one of them is Sheikh Zayed Road.
The first time I drove on Sheik Zayed it was 4 weeks after I had passed my driving test in the UK, where I had learnt to handle an automobile on sleepy village roads mainly populated by overly cautious pensioners. Although in both cases cars, driving and roads were involved, going from England to Dubai…
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