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Three Things You Need to Know About Biking in NYC

 

Honestly, if you live in New York City, you don’t need to drive — you don’t even need a driver’s license. However, if taxis are nowhere around (because you don’t live in Manhattan) or the only way you can get somewhere is by bus (because you don’t live in Manhattan), then having a bike can be helpful.

There are a few rules of the road you'll need to know before you get on two wheels, though:

1. Everyone Hates You

You’re riding down a busy intersection, fearing that that person texting to your left won’t see you and will cut you off. You, being the more alert and safer one, slow down and go on the curb to avoid getting hit. A pedestrian then shouts, “Sidewalks are for people.” You are filled with rage and adrenaline and yell, “Then what am I?” Now you continue on your route, feeling pleased with your well-timed comeback, all while avoiding danger.

The thing is, people hate bikers for no reason. Drivers get angry because they can’t make those illegal turns or speed up with you around. Pedestrians will never understand that you’re on the sidewalk for a total of five seconds and you have better coordination than their multitasking selves can handle.

And even then, they can never understand that you’re taking a safer route than crossing a very dangerous road (like Queens Boulevard, coincidentally named the “Boulevard of Death”).   

2. Idiots Will Be Idiots

No seriously, go ahead and make that illegal turn. Sure, it’s OK for you to cut through a gas station to save 30 seconds at the red light. No, why would I be mad if you double-parked when there was a completely empty spot available literally right behind you?

The first thing you’ll learn while biking is that the stupidity level of people is just off the charts.

You would think that that people would have learned something from their driving test or mandatory five-hour class, but that’s only a dream. I am convinced that the DMV only passes people with sob stories and anyone who pays them a fee.
 
Sooner or later, you will realize that if you worked for the police, you would hand out enough tickets to get New York state out of debt. For now, you’ll have to live with the people who refuse to signal and the jaywalkers who believe it’s OK for them to walk at a red light but it’s illegal for cars and bikes.
 
3. It’s Free Exercise and Transportation in One!

I’ve just told you why it sucks to bike ride in any city, but let me tell you why it’s amazing. You sail on by joggers, dog walkers, pedestrians, drivers, motorcyclists, and boarders. When you weigh the pros and cons of it all, biking is technically the best form of exercise and transportation. You get to places faster, you use muscles not used in other transportation modes, and you even get to rest and still go places. You basically are “fun exercising.”

Former Mayor Bloomberg caught onto this fact, and took the initiative to make New York City healthier. More bike lanes, stairs, food ratings, calorie counts, anything to do with smoking, trans fats, salts, and more.

And those are the ones that got passed, not like the infamous soda bans and taxes on sugary drinks. The best part? New Yorkers hated him but loved his initiatives.

What am I saying? Take a walk instead of a bus for three blocks, or ride a bike that mile to the shopping center. It’s way better than sitting down across someone who just won’t stop staring at you in that creepy way.

Or even when there’s no subway to a place that’s five miles away, just take the bike out and ride. The main thing is, biking places is so much easier since you’re reliant on yourself to get somewhere, you are getting there quicker by avoiding traffic, and you’re helping the environment as well as your body.

Addendum:

For the drivers out there — learn to follow the rules of the road, and hope you learn that those three seconds you save speeding or cutting people could cost someone a life.

Travelscapes: Coastal Carolina is Calling

For a small charming city, North Carolina’s Wilmington has produced a lot of famous people. 

Welcome To WilmingtonAmong the names that can be found on the local Walk of Fame includes basketball legends Michael Jordan and Harlem Globetrotter Meadowlark Lemon; NFL quarterbacks Roman Gabriel and Sonny Jurgensen; tennis pioneer Althea Gibson; country music star Charlie Daniels; revered newscaster David Brinkley; actor Pat Hingle; and motion picture producer Frank Capra, Jr. 

Capra, who died in 2007, was the son of legendary film director Frank Capra. One of the reasons that Wilmington became known as Hollywood East was because of his tireless work bringing in productions. Tax credits and a rather balmy climate (it’s about as north as you can get and still find palm trees) also helped. 

Past CW Network television shows such as Dawson’s Creek and One Tree Hill were filmed there as well as the recent CBS’s summer primetime sci-fi soap opera, Under The Dome. Films that were shot here include Iron Man 3, We’re The Millers, and The Conjuring. A good way to learn about Wilmington’s place in the entertainment world is to take a 90-minute tour with Hollywood Location Walk

The film and television industry has also favored Wilmington because of zoning ordinances that have helped the town maintain its 19th century look. A 30-minute carriage ride with Horsedrawn Tours (they use rescued Percheron draft horses and don’t have to face the political scrutiny that Central Park operators have) is a great way to appreciate the city’s antebellum homes and other historic buildings.

Wilmington was settled by European Americans along the Cape Fear River. Its historic downtown has a one-mile-long Riverwalk, originally developed as a tourist attraction, and in 2014 Wilmington's riverfront — which was named the "Best American Riverfront" by USA Today — is minutes away from nearby beaches. The National Trust for Historic Preservation named Wilmington, North Carolina, as one of its 2008 Dozen Distinctive Destinations.

City residents live between the river and the ocean, with four nearby beach communities: Fort Fisher, Wrightsville Beach, Carolina Beach, and Kure Beach, all within half-hour drives from downtown Wilmington.

So Cape Fear figures prominently in many local institutions.

Although Wilmington doesn’t have a zoo or aquarium, it does have the Cape Fear Serpentarium which houses a very large collection of reptiles that include crocodiles, vipers, snakes, anacondas, and iguanas. Next door to the Serpentarium is the appropriately named Museum of the Bizarre which contains numerous film props and circus sideshow exhibits. 

The Cape Fear Museum of History details how Wilmington was affected by both the American Revolution and the Civil War. There is also a display case of Michael Jordan’s memorabilia from his days at both Laney High School and the University of North Carolina.

There is a touch of New York in Wilmington. The city’s Forest Hills section is named after Queens’ Forest Hills Gardens and there are many Tudor homes on its tree-lined streets.

There are plenty of reasonable places to stay in downtown Wilmington and the fairly new Courtyard by Marriott gives good value and has a great location. You can get a filling southern breakfast a block away at Basics restaurant.

Other eateries such as The Pilot House and Boca Bay are terrific fine dining seafood restaurants. If you prefer a more  informal setting, try Shuckin’ Shack which is obviously known for its oysters.

Wrightsville Beach, located on the Atlantic Ocean, is situated five miles east of Wilmington. There are plenty of hotels which aren’t operated by chains but are instead family-run businesses. A good example is the Blockade Runner Resort which opened just over 50 years ago and reminds you of those fun Catskills Mountains hotels from yesteryear particularly around breakfast time with its plentiful buffet. The Blockade Runner offers sailing and surfing lessons. Summer lasts a lot longer here and you can hit the waves without turning blue almost up to Thanksgiving

The boats from Wrightsville Beach Scenic Tours dock right across the street from the Blockade Runner and pretty much guarantee that you can see a few dolphins on its 90-minute cruise. Just down the road from the hotel is the Bluewater Grille where you can enjoy terrific cuisine on a pier that juts out into the Atlantic.

Brunswick County’s Sunset Beach is located 45 minutes south of Wilmington and it’s just a half-hour north of Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. You can easily jog or ride your bike on Sunset Beach because of its tightly packed sand. There are also aviary and turtle sanctuaries here. 

The Sea Trail Resort located on the inland side of Sunset Beach has three championship courses but it also caters to the novice golfer thanks to the staff’s excellent instructors who are led by Raymond Reyes.

One drawback to Wilmington is that it has limited air service to our area. 

However, North Carolina’s capital, Raleigh, is an easy two-hour drive northwest on I-40 and there is JetBlue service between JFK and there. Raleigh is also a fun place to visit with its plentiful free museums. 

There’s a free bus route “(the “R-line”) that takes you to almost any place that you need to go. And Glenwood, a lively entertainment district situated there in Raleigh, features a lot of restaurants including the just-opened Raleigh Beer Garden. A fairly new Hampton Inn is located here as well.

For more info on Wilmington log onto wilmingtonandbeaches.com or call (877) 406-2356.

For more on Sunset Beach, try ncbrunswick.com or call 910-755-5517.

And to start exploring Raleigh go to: visitraleigh.com or call 800-849-8499.

 

The Legend of Norman Carr & One of the Greatest Safari Sightings Ever!

It would be the luck of the Gods to stumble upon a feisty young male elephant who would miraculously fend off a pride of 14 female lions on a Norman Carr safari in Zambia. It would be a battle for the ages... but not the death. And the video would go viral on YouTube and inspire close to a half a billion eyes in over 120 countries, all who've watched this extraordinary footage, a feel-good story with a happy ending. A rarity these days.

And now, for the first time, here is the true back-story of what actually happened that led up to this extraordinary sighting. One not soon to be forgotten.
 
Throughout my entire career, one of the most exhilarating experiences I’ve had as a journalist -- and in my life -- has been going on safari. Since 1994, I’ve been on some of the most memorable safari trips in six countries, some that might even impress some of the most experienced guides and adventure travelers. At times, surrounded by celebrity, though it never diminished the experience. Surreal moments like hot air ballooning with the likes of Zigfriend & Roy, or being chased by elephants with supermodel Naomi Campbell, watching rhino mating with actor James Earl Jones, Iman, Grace Jones, and the late Lord Lichfield. All well-documented by various newspapers and news agencies over the years. You see, fame means nothing in the bush. Fame has no influence over The Big Five. And I have the tales to prove it.  

48 Nsolo Shaddy Batwell BWAfter over 200 safari drives from as far away as Botswana, South Africa, Zimbabwe, Zambia, Tanzania and Zanzibar, I thought I’d seen, not all, but more than most. And I guess I had. But even with so much history behind me, there was more to be made. For you see, little did I know one of the greatest sightings of all time was to come. One that would grab the attention of the world.  

Norman Carr is considered to be the father of Eco-community based tourism in Zambia. Born in Malawi, he was then sent to England to complete his education, and returned at age seventeen. Within a few years, he became an elephant control officer for then Northern Rhodesia.

During WWII, Carr served as an officer with the Kings African Rifles. The experience would change Carr forever. This is when he came up with the concept of walking safaris where people could smell and touch the Earth, and photograph animals and money would go directly to the local communities, one that would evolve into incomes and go to the African people. For the first time, visitors would shoot with cameras -- instead of guns.   

Without a doubt, Norman Carr's spirit still lives on vibrantly in South Luangwa Park where his Chinzombo Camp exists, and most of his ashes are scattered.  

We came to pay our respects. Literally a stone's throw from our sighting, there he lies, buried under a simple grave stone, with a safari-worn bronze plaque that reads: "May he rest in peace here in the spirit of the park which will forever be his monument." Ole Norman's spirit must have been hanging around the park that day. I can just see him talking to the bush Gods, going, "These people seem like nice folk. Let's give them a really good show!"

And he did not disappoint.

The shocking vision of 14 lions on top of this poor 8 year-old male elephant brought to its knees, had us writhing in emotional pain. "Oh no! Oh no!" is all our guide, Innocent, could exclaim. We thought we were going to see the most horrific kill one could imagine. Instead, we saw one of the greatest battles of any safari in any century.  

 

 

"Hercules" would be the elephant's name. Mindy Roberts, the young lady who keeps Norman Carr Safaris at the top of its game, would get the honor of naming him. And history would be made.

Long Island University Art Professor, Dan Christoffel, Australian journalist, Nina Karikowa, and UK naturalist Steve Baker would join me and we would forever be bonded by this defining moment. Who knew that right beyond Norman Carr's grave we would all bear witness to this shocking sight of 14 lions pummeling this young turk. And we would be transformed.

When you watch the video, you can hear both Steve Baker and I overcome with emotion. "Where are those other bloody elephants!" Baker would exclaim. And he was right. Till this day, we have no idea as to how this youngster got separated from his herd. Sometimes young male elephants wander away from the main herd to test themselves and act as young males do! Normally, if a herd of elephant are nearby, they would have come charging to defend -- to the death, if necessary -- one of their own. But they were nowhere in sight. And they would not come to help this poor animal.

Walking with purposeIn Zambia, they call November "Suicide Month." With temperatures sometimes as hot as 120 degrees fahrenheit, the rains are so desperately needed. The river beds are at their lowest point, some bone dry. And until the rains come, well, the animals get a bit crazy. And that's what makes this sighting all the more extraordinary. It's the feel-good story of the year. To watch this young elephant use every instinct it had to fend off this very hungry pride -- was a miracle in the making.  

Although the elephant got away, a cape buffalo an hour later had a much worse fate. The African sun had already set but we could hear the animal crying out in the distance. The following morning we would find the massive animal's corpse, picked to the bone.

Since the sighting, according to Roberts, Hercules has been sighted by sighted multiple times reunited with his herd. A miracle to be savored.

Norman Carr: Creating A Legacy

With his love and vast accumulated knowledge and deep respected relationships with government officials, Norman Carr created a legacy. He would set up National Parks where Princes and Dukes would visit and tell the world of this man who created something beyond.  “A Beyond” of natural wonders  to be experienced and savored. Travelers would  tell friends. And they would all come. And soon safaris would be a way of life for this new country, Zambia, in 1964, which just celebrated it's 50th anniversary. It would be right before his retirement in 1950 that Carr would set up his first tourist safari camp. And Kapani, which still exists today, was the last camp he built just outside the Luangwa Valley National Park, a national park originally initiated by him. It would be his final home from 1986 thru 1997.

After studying numerous photos of Norman Carr, it's easy to gain insight into this incredible man’s world. There can be no doubt that Norman Carr was an extraordinary person. If a word could describe the qualities and essence of his complex character it would be "humanity." Through all his activities, in all his works, he insisted that all the safari’s activities benefit the people of the South Luangwa and Zambia. This remains the  residue  of his influence, and the essence of Norman Carr Safari s today. The schools he created are still very active today and are always in need of support.

In fact, close to $10,000 USD has been raised for a local Zambian school fund from the footage. We know Norman Carr would be proud. Even now, I'm sure he's looking over us, smiling broadly, waiting for our return so he can share even more safari magic with us. We wouldn't miss it for the world.

Other Norman Carr Safari Camps:

Mchenja



Mchenja has one of the most glorious camp settings right on the banks of the Luangwa River. There are five specially designed octagonal tents that each have their own private en-suite open air bathrooms and Victorian style baths  with river views. Luxurious, elegant, stylish and overlooking a sweeping bend in the Luangwa, it is a stunning landscape to behold.   

Mchenja means "ebony" and you are surrounded by ebony trees. In fact, the lounge is built around one of the old fallen ebony trees where guests come to cool off in the camp’s plunge pool. Brunch is regularly served in the shady lounge but dinner is more spectacular -- often served on the river bank under the stars.

NCS Mchenja 2013-31.1You have walking safaris or game drives where wildlife is abundant. On our first game drive alone, we came across a kill of a cape buffalo by a pride of seven female lions still feeding along with 10 river crocodiles, an attempted kill of two cape buffalo by another pride of lions on the river bed, a leopard on the hunt and a huge heard of 60+ elephant seeking water for drinking and bathing.

Our safari guide, Aubrey Njobvu, proved to be very knowledgeable and inspiring adding to the sense of adventure. We were in safe and reliable hands, one of the key positive highlights of a Norman Carr Safari camp.  

Chongwe Safaris

Chongwe Safaris is one of the oldest and most reputable companies in the Lower Zambezi. Established in 1996, the safari camps are located in one of the best locations in the Lower Zambezi. There are four camps in a variety of settings including the confluence of the mighty Zambezi and Chongwe Rivers and opposite the renowned Mana Pools and a private island in the middle of the Zambezi River.

The camps are Chongwe River Camp,Tsika Island, Kasaka River Lodge or private Chongwe River House. At all four there plenty of activities including canoeing, fishing (fly and popper), boat safaris,
day and night game drives and walking safaris.

Chongwe River Camp -- Tented Camp: There are 9 tents strung out along the Chongwe River that have the best views in the Lower Zambezi. You can look over grazing lawns with a view of the mountains to one side and the Zambezi River to the other. Huge elephants always walk through camp, eating the winterthorn seed pods like candy. I know this, personally, as I literally had a regular male walk up behind me unknowingly while I fiddled with my cell phone trying to get on the internet. Yes, the internet is dangerous!

There are two luxury tent suites that occupy prime position at the confluence of the Chongwe with the Zambezi, offering a completely private, butler-serviced accommodation and dining options. Bedrooms in both suites are created from spacious colonial-style tents with plunge pool, fire bit and outdoor bathrooms.

Chongwe River House: Definitely one of the happier safari camps we've ever visited with huge open spaces, curving walls with branches inside, large open and private sitting areas, waterfall showers, pebble ceilings, inside waterfall, stunning views and completely exclusive and private with your own chef, guides, vehicles and hosts. Unique. Bold. Natural. Special magic. Private.

Kakuli Bush Camp

Kakuli is a tented camp with spectacular views of the Luangwa River. It is the only true bush camp that stays open almost all year when the green rainy season arrives.

Kakuli means "old buffalo bull," and was an effectionate nickname give to ole Norman Carr himself by the local people of the Valley. 
   
 
 08 NCS1There are four traditional walk-in safari tents each with en-suite bathrooms made with natural materials. The bar and dining chitenje (lounge) is constructed of reed and thatch forming the centre point of camp. The entire camp is on an elevated stretch of river bank overlooking a wide grazing lawn which follows the Luangwa River until it meets the confluence of the Luwi River.

A lovely thatched chitenje acts as the centre of camp. It is on a wooden deck overlooking the grazing lawn that leads down to the two rivers and is a perfect spot in which to relax and watch the wildlife meander by; the views from Kakuli are spectacular. This area of Luangwa Park offers guests some of the best gameviewing opportunities in all of Zambia. Again, you can go by foot or by with a vehicle.


What's most spectacular here is when the rainy season arrives, better known as the Rivers and Rainbows green season where you can go on a boating safari as the rivers are full and you have an entirely different safari experience. It is when the region comes alive and you have vibrant green colors that will remain in your memory banks forever. 

Again, Aubrey Njobvu is there to guide you. He is also the manager of this camp and no one knows better than he the resident pride of lions, leopards, wildlife habits and hidden wonders around Kakuli that await you.

For more information, go to: http://www.timeandtideafrica.com/

Lost in Dubai

The opening night gala for the local 11th Annual Dubai Film Festival was the Hawking film, The Theory of Everything.  I do not automatically agree with his views--quite stunted, in fact (some), but liked the film itself. I respect the views of Einstein much more. The closing night of the fest will be Into the Woods.

fiddlesticksI am pretty amazed at the vast variety of people attending--many with small kids, too--a result of  many special screenings of "kiddie" films--one of which I screened today, Fiddlesticks, a German opus for children, the director said. I foundvit highly disturbing and, under it all, very dark stuff, indeed. The director huffed at me that he knew "adults wouldn't like it." But the kids I asked were not quite sure what the German tale of overturning adult management of the elderly was about. It was amusing to see the same 'type' of people the world over sees as volunteers, people smitten with film, though their 'real professions' are in a googolplex of fields outside the exotic film biz. There are 600 vols at the fest, which is occupying  three far-flung loci, and has a huge range of offerings to pique the interest. Symposia, discussions, events as well as films. After the films, or before, one is nestled in a myriad complex of restaurants, high-end shops, and the paraphernalia common to film festivals--quick snack shacks, oddments and stuff to whet the wallet.

It is nice to be in warm weather, with zephyrs much of the day,  even if, with my very late hours, the muezzins' early call to prayer, at 4-something then at 5-something, retards my ability to sleep the usual 2-3 hrs I allot myself. This Hyatt is only a few hundred feet from a sandstone-colored double-minareted Mosque, so the prayer singsong is particularly close and prevalent at the 5 appointed times of Muslim prayer daily.
 
One thing that surprises, whether in restaurants, supermarkets around the city, or my own Hyatt lobby, is the profusion of Christmas trees everywhere, their blinking lights a strong reminder that Dubai is stranger-friendly. One sees the traditional green and red colors, too, quite everywhere, but the flags represent, with a black stripe, the 43rd anniversary of the country, too.
 
The benevolence of the spirit father of the country, Prince Mahtoum, is evidenced by all the  wealth and bonhomie experienced all over. This wealthy  leader began in his early 20s to plan for a greater populace, educated and comfortable. The results in 40 years of incessant growth (save for the  oil-crash time of 2007-2008, when times were so bad people abandoned their cars and their half-finished projects and fled the country to avoid being jailed for abdicating on debts incurred). One spots many  rotund mannmichaelikins of Pere Noel, too, in shops and souk booths
 
hyatt dubaiGetting to see a cabinet member is...difficult. Everything is uber-professional, and all events must be pre-arranged and contracted for, and onlined, and telephoned, and then...? Though everyone is gracious and kind and generous and helpful to a fault. It is good to experience these people and times, as they modify one's proclivity to buy into all one's various activism and biases--some correct, of course. But others, perhaps, occasionally unwarranted.
 
I find time and again the quick humor and ready wit of the attractive men in long white and headgear with whom I come into daily contact, and they seem--to be--just what they appear; earnest working guys doing their best. Even wandering around at 2:30 am, i feel safe. And the restaurants and supermarkets open for business are a pleasure to night owlets. Many palaces dot the city, surrounded by privacy modes and guards,  exquisite flower beds and thoroughly green trees and foliage. Dancing waters and fountains enliven the air in many frontages, a sign of fertility and life in a desert zone. Everyone speaks English --one woman here seven years speaks maybe eight words of Arabic. "There's no need for me to speak Arabic," she mock-complains, when I question the lack of vocabulary in Arabic. Ma'alesh.
 
There is no public drinking, and disorderly conduct is not seen, tho  late-night clubs and restaurants and parties in private do feature beer or spirits.  If you innocently ask for ice in a glass somewhere in the premises, people will tsk tsk and caution against drinking--you must hasten to say the ice is for Coke or Sprite.
 
The niqab and abaya are seen widely,  with women whose eyes pierce their black stygian prisons staring hard as I stare at them. The amusing pairing of blinding white djellabiyahs on husbands accompanying no-sun penetrating all-black female figures is a commonplace. In its 'honor,' today I purchased a tie-dyed ombre scarf in male and female--I mean, startling black juxtaposed with blinding white. This is not to say that there are not gorgeous abayas. One that wholly took the breath away featured a filmy over-caftan in thinnest, sheerest midnight gauze or chiffon, was gold-edged with drapey bat-wings stemming from the small of the back of the abaya, where the over-caftan was anchored to the abaya with a cluster of what looked like several lifetimes of diamonds in a brilliant square, somewhere on the front echoed by a similar austere patch of splendid faceted investment-grade flashing gems, and ending at the careless, slim fingers of this creature on each hand.  A remarkably haunting garment ensemble for all it revealed zero about its wearer but for kohl-ringed eyes and a soignee imperturbability. It bespoke vast sums of treasure, as it sailed by on the arm of a bearded, trim, superbly dressed male in a dark, tailored Savile Row suiting, a paradigm of presumed power... attire that effortlessly eliminates the need for volumes or bios. 
 
Guilty: I have been secretly peering in all the windows to find such a garment, which must cost the sky. The gorgeous caftans I spotted in the massive mall surrounding the Jumeirah Mall venue of the festival were in the 400-500 AED (Arab Emirate Dirham), upwards of $150-200 and  further. One scarf I loved, a blue and white silken pashmina, shatoosh, was AED 1,500! Neighborhood of $500 or so for an unassuming printed scarf. And of course it is tiresome but necessary to bargain for every single thing, from a vial of oil to that piece of volcanic lava scrub--all the way to bead-encrusted sandals. 
 
So prices are not posted, or mean nothing--one must be insightful, charming and persistent in keeping in mind the inflated prices first quoted. And of course, coming along with every small-to-larger transaction is the  repartee and flirting, male to female, that is part and parcel of the bargaining economy and process. So many items are abandoned because the lengthy time required to buy a bottle of cream or a jar of tea means losing one's next appointment or forfeiting a cab or handy bus. And who carries so much cash? One is penalized for using credit, and they will not bend--prices escalate without wads of cash on hand. All told, something of an exotic pain.
 
burjThe Friday 'weekend'--our Sabbath-- means there are no buses or Metro. Rest day or holiday while people sleep in or go to mosque for the morning. The resumption of Metro service, at 2 pm, signals the playtime they indulge in after mosque attendance. But it is damned inconvenient, though compared to NYC cabs, the taxis here are mildly costly (not to locals or imported labor, but to spoiled Westerners), but the 60 AEDs to get anywhere add up fast. And my hotel is new, far from town centre, and thus a puzzlement to nearly all taxis, as you hear the drivers  quietly calling their dispatchers to ask for directions, and most of the time, no dispatcher knows where the hotel is, or even  its name. A network of cabbies then surfaces as the cabbie calls in to his buddies to ask how to get to the Hyatt Place, only the fifth Hyatt in the city, all with similar names but far-separated loci.
 
The glam and outstanding skyline features 7-star palaces of opulence, but one cannot just walk in. One must make a reservation, and dining entails dressing to the nines to pass muster. The slightest collation in the fabled Burj Khalifa and the sailboat-shaped hotels engenders a $100-200 tab at minimum. The Burj is indeed amazing, however, with vast oversight over the entire city, and far into the desert around, that desert that has been diminished  so radically by the astonishing business and pleasure edifices stabbing the UAE vault of sky. Prices for a photo are equally dizzying: $30 per photo. When one complains, the Asian girls [Chinese, Indonesian, Philippino, occasionally Ukrainian] staffing the concessions and shops and photo huts trill and blush (if they could) with the gimmicky and oft-heard "Well, we are the highest building in the world, so it is natural our prices match...!"
 
Going to Sharjah in the morning. Went to bash the dunes earlier this day, an hour outside of the city, along highways that remind one of Tunisia, dotted with scrub and the occasional nonworking olive tree, before the dark coppery dunes themselves present. Walking in the deep, cushiony sand is lovely, as it is warm, squishy without being annoying, and there is no glass or cigarette unsightlies to mar the squeeze between your toes. The wind picks up, and a film of grit wafts over your face, helping to de-demarcate the footsteps and impressions of anything that has gone before. Once the wind dies down, there is again the pleasure of the soft and plush pile of the sandy dunes.after the festival. I was not thrilled with the way the SUV driver tried to frighten the passengers by sharply ascending and descending precipitous and scary dunes: I guess you get your thrills where they offer. Abu Dhabi on the weekend.
 
Someone stole my earrings and a necklace I made. The hotel is in a lather, fearing for its reputation--it is a brand new hotel, and theft already would be disastrous, as Tweeted or FB'ed info like this could easily go viral and kill an aborning new place. They have  asked to examine everything in my room, to ensure I myself did not mistakenly misplace or lose my jewelry in my various bags and luggage and impedimenta. Twice. Tomorrow, again, they have asked to  go through my stuff; evidently they are satisfied that the cleaning staff does not have the missing items. Someone, housekeeping or thief, removed these items from the dressing table I had placed them on, days ago.
 
For the first days here, I could not access any email, as the  wisdom of MSN decided I must be a hacker to myself, and denied me permission to access my own accounts. Foreign computers. Strange. After days of wrangling and answering two dozen intimate and personal bio questions, they decided I might, uh, really be myself, and granted access. But computer time is still not an easy find, so...don't  clog the emailways, I implore. In two days, there was an accumulatum of over 400 unread emails.  Still behind...
 
Lots of TV, if one has  time to listen. Lots of papers and magazines. But the tranquility of the days most seem to manifest does not seem riven with upheavals, crises of computer malfunction at Heathrow, or so much that surges the choler and blood in the Apple and, say, Jerusalem.

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