5 days

dream. The slogan 'My Dubai, My Dream' became a
reminder of what is at stake. Realizing the sales
budget didn't come that easy. The team sweated;
they went through fire, thunder and brimstone;
everyone one their toes. No sleeping, no slacking, no
slumber! It was a sweat worth breaking; a dream
worth fighting for.
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Sunday, 5 of January, barely few days after the New
Year celebration and while the entire city was still
basking in the euphoria of the season, green and
navy blue striped T-shirt took over the city. Before
long the Muritala Mohammed International Airport
was crowded by these smart and happy looking
folks walking in admirable coordination. Everyone at
the airport was amazed. Questions filled people's
tongues as they look in total bewilderment. Who are
these people and where are they going to? It took
the little badge on the shirts to answer the
questions. Fidson, oh yes Fidson staff!
Adventures of the
Arabian
Sand
Mountain
Seven hours was what it took inflight; maybe
another extra few hours of waiting at the airport.
Whatever may have happened between these
periods this writer pretends not to be aware? After
all, before we could say Jack Robbi…Alas! Dubai
became a reality.
Touch down at the Dubai Airport was smooth and
exciting. The City felt our presence immediately, one
large group of exciting folks looking smart and
radiant in their 'aso ebi' T-shirt. The weather may
have heard of our arrival; running at about 30 degree
Celsius, bright and welcoming.
Eager to see what the city had got to offer us, eager
to experience what is so special about the
metropolis that they say never sleep, the team
wasted no time checking-in and settling down at the
prestigious Ramada Chelsea Hotel tout to be one of
the four star hospitality centers . Before long they
were set to explore the splendor of the Emirate city,
and the first point of call after a brief rest was the
Desert Safari. An awesome experience in the desert,
something you don't get to see regularly. That was
not all that makes it special. A tremendous dune
drive round the desert made our eyes turn in a whirl
dizzy dazzle of the Sahara SUVs till the set of the sun,
when the team finally decided to chill-out at the
camp site. There was so much to eat and drink, so
much to cheer about as the team merry through the
beautiful evening under the fresh and coolness of
My Dream
My Reality!
the atmosphere. Sunset sparkle triggered by the
flashes of photographs, bar, barbeque, buffet
dinner, Arabic costumes that made the male folks
look like the sheiks, while some of the ladies tried
their hands and feet on the Henna painting. Of
course, not without various performances from
the magician, stunt dancers and guess what, a
belly dancer. Oh my God! (This writer may not be
able to describe the belly dancer more
appropriately because his views were obstructed
by more enticed viewers. Any help?)
The next day was the Dhow cruise dinner.
Thrilling, stimulating and romantic are words that
come to mind when describing the feeling of
watching the boats glide through the Dubai creek.
Beautiful serene and radiantly glowing