A week after our New Year’s Eve trip to Dubai, the husband and I felt like going somewhere again. We were looking for attractions, tourist spots, dinners, cruises, etc., but even if it was for our second anniversary date, we just felt like going big wasn’t really our thing. I mean, there are still plenty of places you can go to without breaking the bank.
The day before the trip, one of our friends on Facebook posted pictures of the Dubai Miracle Garden. I scrolled past the photos after liking the post, while he was on his laptop doing his usual stuff.
“Asa man ta ugma? Weekend na pud, hehe. (So where are we going tomorrow? It’s the weekend again, hehe.)” I asked, wiggling my eyebrows.
“Hmmm, kato diay’ng buwak-buwak? Mura’g nindot man to didto. (Hmmm, what about that flower-flower (flower garden 😂)? It looked nice.)”
I scrolled back up and showed him our friend’s post. “Kani? (This?)”
About a week before our wedding anniversary, I commented on how fast time flew, that I couldn’t believe that we have been married for almost 2 years now. He had this look on his face, as if I just said something that he couldn’t understand.
“Duha ka tuig na diay? Sure oi, mura ma’g bag-o ra ta naminyo. (It’s been two years already? Are you sure? Didn’t we just get married?)” He said.
I stifled a laugh, because we were in a car on the way to Dubai for New Year’s Eve, and there were three other people with us. I asked him what he could’ve been thinking based on how he looked.
“Are you thinking that it really can’t be that long yet?”
He nodded. Well, he really did look confused at the time. So I gave him a refresher.
“We met at the office on February of 2015, right?”
“We first got married January of 2016, right? In Doha?”
He nodded. “But we got married again just last vacation.” He piped in.
“Which was on June 2016.” I added. “It’s 2018, January 2018. It’s been almost two years.”
Last Friday, the husband and I went to Dubai for a pre-anniversary date. We recently moved from Qatar to Abu Dhabi and the trip to Dubai would take about 2 hours via bus.
Travelling from Dubai to Abu Dhabi, you would have to get on a bus from Al Ghubaiba Bus Station and get on the E1 bus, which will take you to the Abu Dhabi Central Bus Station. You can also get on the E101 bus from the Ibn Battuta Bus Station, which will take you to the same bus station. Even though the Al Ghubaiba Station is much further than the Ibn Battuta Station when coming from Abu Dhabi, the bus fare would still be 25AED.
The friendly guys at the Metro Station handed out flyers informing the public about the temporary closure of the Nakheel Harbour and Tower Metro Station. The flyers briefly explain why the closure is necessary, with additional information on how to get on with your commute. Read on to find out more about the Free Shuttle Bus.
08 June 2017 — My day started off with some good breakfast. Really good breakfast, as a matter of fact. Best breakfast I’ve actually had in a hostel. You may have read from a previous entry about the hostel. So for this morning, I had this lovely plate and some green tea. Just in case you were curious, that’s a sandwich made out of brown bread, cheese, and baked eggs, and ketchup of course. Sliced sausages dipped in ketchup and mayonnaise are amazing. I had some sliced tomatoes, sliced cucumbers and sliced oranges too. They served sliced bananas, but I didn’t feel like having bananas at all.
Since I was having a little sofa moment, I decided to take some pictures of the lobby and the view outside. We were at the 66th floor and I still can’t believe that there was such an awesome deal for this kind of living space. The husband’s birthday was coming up in a couple of days and I wanted to get him a present. Being married, you can’t just spend your money loosely, so giving presents can’t be a surprise anymore. Before I made the purchase though, I showed him some pictures, just to make sure that he was going to like it.
And he did. He really, really does love that thing. 😊
07 June 2017 — I was extremely lazy on this day. But at least I managed to update the blog. I decided to actually challenge myself and update the blog at least everyday, but so far, I’ve only failed. Since I haven’t done anything on this day but face the screen/s, I might as well write something. And this time, it’s just gonna have to be about the place I stayed at.
I was living in a room with 5 other women from different countries. The room had 3 bunk beds, its own toilet and bath, a wall dedicated to storage, and a balcony overlooking Palm Jumeirah.
Never in my wildest dreams did I ever thought I’d even get to stay in such a place. I’ve always been such a cheapskate, sometimes sacrificing comfort for price. But now that I’m a little bit older, I start looking at how to get the best value for my money.
At this hostel, three young people (Valentine, Anastasia, and Denis) from Belarus took care of the unit. You see, I’ve only heard of Belarus whenever the Ms. Universe pageant was shown, and that’s not often. I only knew it existed, but I didn’t know anything else about it. So when I met Valentine, I was so unsure about his ethnic background. All I knew was that he was white with a really good, golden-hued tan.