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Day 331: Burgers and Absinth

Whenever we couchsurf, I can’t stop thinking that there are sooo many nice people in the world. It’s a really special feeling (especially after our experience at Hostel Florenc) to say the least. So often throughout this trip something terrible happens to someone in a country we happen to be in and it worries our families and friends… It helps to put our faith back in the world so to speak when we can meet a perfect stranger, drop our bags off at his (or her) house and then go out for coffee, a drink, or dinner together. This is exactly what happened when we met our new friend, Petr – except, we did all three. My favorite part of the evening was going to an Absintherie in the old town. It was Andrew’s first time drinking Absinth, and my first time in an Absintherie. Probably my last time drinking Absinth straight, but fun nonetheless.

Petr showed us around his neighborhood, Vinohrady before heading to dinner. I’m not as familiar with Vinohrady (I lived on the other side of the river) and Prague as a whole has changed so much in terms of eateries and chic coffee shops that it was fun to explore a different side of the city. Part of this little tour included a break from the typical Czech fare for an old fashioned American burger at The Tavern. I had heard that the owners were from Kentucky, so as soon as we sat down, I asked our waiter if there was anyone from Kentucky there at the moment. I told him that I, too, was from Kentucky and would love to meet them. Later, he came up and jokingly whispered to our table “The people from Kentucky are HERE!”

Not a minute after, Lori came up to our table and introduced herself to me and sweetly asked what we were doing in Prague. Sweetly is an understatement, because she seemed to be the kind of person you immediately wanted to hug and ask if you could be best friends forever. Because we’re both from Kentucky, I think she would agree to be my BFF. I hope. The cutest part of our conversation was when she said “I just got done working with George Clooney!” in a What a coincidence! kinda way – as if I knew him or he was a friend of mine as well –  you know, because of Kentucky. That’s when I decided had I still lived in Prague, we would indeed be BFFs today!

After she left, I turned to Petr with a wink and simply said “Kentucky” with a big smile.

After some delicious burgers, we wandered down to the old town for some drinks, stopped in to see Petr’s mom working at the Moser shop (fancy Czech glass and crystal) and then headed to the Absintherie.

I’ve never been to an Absintherie before, much less had an entire glass of Absinth. It was quite the production and even if I wasn’t a huge fan of drinking it straight (I prefer a smidge in a B52 shot) the little bar was perfectly designed and decorated and it was definitely different from the typical Czech watering hole. The trick is to get lots of water to chase your sips with. Otherwise it kinda tastes like the worst cold medicine ever. Which is why, I’ve always preferred drinking it with Kahlúa and Baileys Irish Cream. The fun part is when the Absinth is set on fire and you drink the shot through a straw. You don’t have time to really taste the strength of the Absinth when it’s done like this!

We stopped at a few more places- tried to have a more fancy drink on a rooftop in the Old Town, but got shooed away because Petr was speaking Czech. They seemed to prefer tourists only. We introduced Petr to Usudu (the cave-like bar from a few posts earlier) which was great until we were suddenly surrounded by a pub crawl. On our walk ‘home’ Petr took us down the red light district before one final stop in a brand new bar that was designed in the old communist style around the corner from his house. I LOVED the aesthetic (a little bit you can see in the video) and looked forward to returning the next afternoon for lunch, as Petr promised!

Day 121: Dubai

A day in Dubai! I have to admit, it’s not in the running to be my favorite city of the trip. (To be fair, most major cities don’t end up being my favorite places, as I much prefer smaller rural villages and towns.) It felt very sterile. It’s full of complicated roads and buildings that almost feel like they are in the middle of nowhere, mostly because we drove for over an hour through the desert to get there. “The curse of the Emirates is that you can see it, but you can’t figure out how to get there!” Kate said as we drove through the city with the Burj in plain sight, but no clue how to get to it. Comp.li.cated. It was interesting to see, even if it was largely from inside of a car. It’s not a city for backpackers or even budget travelers. It’s a city for tourists who stay at a resort with a fancy room, pools, and who like spending their holiday in a spa or a mall. Perhaps if we were visiting with someone who lived IN Dubai, we would have surely discovered the small nuances that make this city tick, but I might not go back to Dubai to visit Dubai anytime soon. (But to visit Kate, of course!)

I should probably mention that our first stop was to the newly opened Cheesecake Factory for a cheeseburger. My first year abroad, I rolled my eyes at Americans who went to McDonalds for a cheeseburger fix. Since I couldn’t really remember the last time I had a cheeseburger, let alone beef, we both thought it was necessary. It was glorious. I couldn’t even eat half of it, but was ecstatic to have it boxed up for a snack later. And then the new waitress only brought out my dipping sauces to go instead of the half cheeseburger and nearly full order of fries I hadn’t touched! I cringed at the possibility that she misunderstood and threw so much food away. She did. And then looked completely incredulous when we asked where my food was. I avoided eye-contact thinking about how much money I had just spent on a cheeseburger and half of it was thrown out. Kate was in my corner. She was firm and insistent. “Is there anything you can do?” She asked. The new waitress disappeared and came back with her trainer, who reassured me they would make another meal for me to take home. I sighed in relief. Kate explained to both waitresses how we don’t get to eat American food very often. Then Kate explained to us how wasteful Emirates are. I guess it’s a rich thing… But when you’ve been eating $2.00 Southeast Asian noodles or Indian curries for the past four months and spend 10x that to eat a cheeseburger… you have a whole new appreciation for food and how much you’re spending on it.

After the mall, and a view at Ski Dubai (an indoor skiing arena in the middle of the desert. crazy.) we went to ride the abras to the souks on the other side of town. Abras are traditional boats made of wood that are used to get to the souks, or markets in Dubai. It was a quick ride across the canal, but felt like a fun traditional thing to do in Dubai. There isn’t much by way of traditional in the UAE. It’s a pretty closed off society. Emirates keep to themselves, and their tradition, as we learned later is oral. It’s not like you can stroll the streets of Dubai and learn about the desert culture. Andrew and I felt like we were tourists for the first time, instead of travelers, which was odd because there weren’t even many “touristy” things to do, aside from shop in the malls around town!

Walking through the gold souk was super fun. We took turns picking out our favorites. (Andrew will not acknowledge he participated, but I assure you, he did.) I wonder who even wears this much bling at one time! Can you imagine walking into a party, taking off your coat, and revealing one of these?

“So, which side was Tom Cruise on?” I asked Kate when we were standing outside the Burj Khalifa. She fell out of the running to be the best tour guide ever when she admitted to not having watched the latest Mission Impossible movie. (Just kidding, Kate!) We watched a beautiful fountain show outside of the mall and the Burj Khalifa, took some photos, and then headed back to RAK. I might have dropped my camera one too many times, because my lens has started acting up, and I wasn’t able to get the most amazing pictures in such low light. Even if I was able to take the perfect picture, it wouldn’t give it justice. The Burj when standing even 50 meters away looks like it’s going to topple over on top of you because it’s just so. ridiculously. tall.

Fun fact: The Burj Khalifa was supposed to be named The Burj Dubai. (Burj = building) But then Dubai nearly went bankrupt building it and had to borrow money from Abu Dhabi (the capital emirate). Abu Dhabi complied, but with the stipulation that it had to be named after Sheikh Khalifa. This was a bit of a burn because the two emirates have a little bit of a rivalry going on.

Not so fun fact: It costs 100 AED ($27.23) if you book your visit – down to the exact date and time- in advance. It costs 400 AED  ($108.90) if you want immediate entry. Obviously, we didn’t plan a visit “to the top” in advance and it wasn’t worth over two days of our budget to take in the night view of Dubai. If you’re interested though, you can go here for more booking information.