Dubai

There are certain places that I would like to visit before I die, Tokyo, Mumbai and Havana among them. But, like grilled cheese sandwiches, I don’t travel very well and there are many more places that I would rather die than visit. And, for many years, the city that has topped this list has been Dubai.

I know it is popular – it has set itself the target of achieving 15 million tourists by 2015. But whenever residents and tourists start banging on about the great shopping it offers, I can’t help thinking that you can also shop very well in Birmingham; when they rave about the climate, I can’t help thinking that 48C is too hot; and when they gush about all the plush restaurants to dine out at, I can’t help thinking that London has quite a few of those, too.

Given that its one remaining attraction – beach life – holds little appeal to a man who can’t swim and doesn’t need to work on his tan, I would rather go on a cycling tour of Sunderland than spend a week in Dubai. And I was saying just that to a friend last week after a conversation about the Gulf city’s property boom – which has fuelled double-digit growth for five years, but is now showing signs of turning to bust – when I was accused, not for the first time, of ignorance and prejudice.

So last week I spent an entire day reading newspaper articles and travel guides about Dubai and am now much better informed…

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