Last full day in Dubai.
A chill day as promised. I popped across the road to the mall to look at the swimming pool shop where I saw some birkinis the other day.
I haven’t seen anyone wearing anything like this here, it’s all been teeny weeny bikinis with fake boobs. Ironically the burkini would get you in trouble if you tried to wear it to the beach in France, where you aren’t allowed any religious iconography. But in the NZ Sun, it would actually be the sun smart option. So I bought a couple.
Rest assured, the hood is detachable. I’ll be more comfortable wearing this to the beach in Waikanae than my form fitting thin wetsuit. I haven’t worn it lounging by the pool here today, though, as I’d stand out too much. Coward. My shoulders are a little bit red now.
It’s after 6:30 now and they’ve closed the pool bar. I’ve finished my fruity rum cocktail Bahama Mama and am now contemplating going and having a shower and getting ready for dinner. We’ve got an early flight tomorrow. I don’t want this day to end.
