So we wake up as normal and decide that today is going to be a split day, between the pool and the city (again).
Mrs D reminds me to check when the Burj Kalifa tickets are booked for, and say I think for tomorrow, but will double check. I dig out the pre-booked tickets and realise that we have made a huge error. The tickets were valid for the trip for yesterday evening!!!! Omg! That's 360AED down the pan!
I read and re-read the terms and conditions and it is very clear stating that these are non refundable and non-changeable. I am truly gutted!
Mrs D says not to worry and comforts me in that mistakes happen and for it not to wreck our holiday. I am a bit sour, but thankful for such an understanding wife. I suggest that I try the concierge at the hotel to see if there is anything that they can do to contact the Burj to see if we can negotiate anything...
We wonder down past reception, and I take the paperwork to the lovely lady there and explain the situation. She says that he colleague books all of these types of tickets and asks him. He shakes his head and says, sorry sir, but no, they don't give refunds.
I feel down. I had booked these tickets 4 weeks in advance to get the time slot we wanted, just before sunset, so we could see the city during the day and night, and also see the fountains in the evening from up on high......
Mrs D can see that I am down and says once again, to not worry, we can book some more tickets. I regretfully agree and we head down for breakfast.
Once eaten, we head out into the water adventure park again. This time, we are experts. We efficiently get out guest tickets and a locker, and we bring along some water from our room and the refillable cup that we purchased the other day. We get changed and head out for the fun morning of slides and water.
Mrs D and mini D go off onto a two person only ride, so I arrange to meet them back at the beach in about 20 mins time. I head up to the zuggagart rides (might need to check my spelling on that one) and then hop off at the top to meet them. Speaking to the life guard, they have already gone past! Argh! So I decide to ditch the ring, and head up to the leap of faith....I always get a few butterflies before I do it, a bit of a rush I guess, but I cross my arms and legs and over I go....weeeeeeeee
I walk over the bridge and can't see the family on the beach, so decide to go get the camera (go-pro 2) to record the footage going down the slide. I grab it from the locker, and wander back up to the top of the Aztec monument. I look the go pro into its water proof case (although it didn't feel quite right in its case this time) and prepared to go down the slide, remembering to hit record. Down I go, ensuring I have captured some great footage and then head back to the beach to meet the family.
We then grab some more tubes and head down the rapids.....I start to record, using the go pro again and...NO....... What's this, water in the waterproof case!!!!!!!! I quickly extract the unit, dripping wet, and realise that I have to down the rapids in order to get out and dry the thing! 10 minutes later I am at the beach, pulling apart the go-pro battery, sd card, etc. I am gutted! 2 things going wrong in one day. I mention it to Mrs D, and she says once again, that these things happen....I then say to her, but they often come in threes!!!! We laugh a bit about it, and she says, is this because you wanted a new go pro? I said no! The one we have is perfect. I am just annoyed with myself.
I dry it out in the sun, but it appears dead. Mrs D days that I need a bowl of rice to dr it out properly, eventually I agree to try it and I wander back to the restaurant under the east tower and make the strange request for a bowl of uncooked rice to the lady at reception. I explain why and she happily sees what she can do. 10 minutes later, with bowl of rice in hand, I head to the room and leave Mrs D to enjoy the aquarium for some of her time, whilst I want to disassemble the go-pro.
I arrive at the room and then start breaking the go-pro down and place it in the bowl of rice. Mrs. D says I need to leave it for 48hrs but I keep checking it....hmmm...lets see how it goes.
Anyway, I decide to get Internet access in the room, from the business centre, and get our devices connected up. This allows us to share photos etc. with our friends back home in the UK. Previous connections have been free in the Dubai Mall, but as we are 21st century people it's quite nice to email or Facebook home.
Whilst surfing and writing blogs, I say to Mrs D that it would be a good experience to try the souks out, over at Deira. She and Mini D agree, and we start our preparations. We aim to eat at the hotel for 6pm, then grab a bus to the emirates mall (free from the hotel) then a cab to the souks. Well, that was the plan.....
We take a shower and get dressed and arrive downstairs for food. We enter Saffron again, without a reservation and eat a lovely selection of fish. It's fish night after all.
We then head back to the room and quickly get ready to catch the bus from the front of the hotel. We arrive outside with 10 minutes to spare, the queue is already forming.
A bus arrives and we are at the front and enter, to be told that this is not the bus for the malls??? We hop off. Mrs D is getting annoyed now (she doesn't normally do public transport..lol) we we wait a bit and discuss our plans. Another 5 minutes later, we decide to grab a cab, all the way to the souks. One arrives and we go for it, hopping in and then we are on our way to the souks. About 30 or 40 minutes later, we arrive at the gold souk. The taxi cost us about 80AED, so not too bad.
We enter.... And we are hit with how much pushy the men are here, than say the souks in Egypt. Mrs D is fair haired is instantly attracting lots of attention. I keep a close eye on them, they do not look happy Ds. Every 10 steps someone is in your face asking if you want fake watches, t-shirts or hand bags. We all politely say no, but these guys are very pushy. After 15 mins, Mrs D says, I have had enough, can we plead go to the mall.
I agree, my family not being happy is more important than anything, so we head back to the taxis. On the way we pass shop on the outskirts of this mayhem. I spot some delightful fridge magnets for my friend back home. The tackier the better, I barter with the man and get them for all of 1.50 each.... See quality... :)
We grab a taxi and head to the mall. Mrs D and mini D now look a lot happier. Mini D was not a happy boy, but is now more relaxed. At least he experienced it. Mrs D and I both recall, the bad things happening in threes, perhaps this was the third of the day!
We arrive at the mall, and it's busy! I promise Mrs D a Starbucks coffee and she asks off am going to buy my watch? I have been after a specific watch for a few years and they happen to sell it here. We but the watch and the head for some coffee. It should be noted that you can barter hard, even in the malls, here. The starting price of the watch was cheaper than the UK, yet I still managed another 20.5% discount !!
So take some coffee and head out to the fountains. I finally get my Burj picture and we watch the fountains in all their glory...amazing.
We continue to shop and head to the toy shop which I forgot to mention in my previous post. Mrs D and Mini D jump on the motorised scooters and I jump on a motorised bike and we nip around the shop passing unsuspecting shoppers.... We must have looked mad!
It's heading for 11pm and I suggest that we head back. We go down to the car park and catch a city cab back home. 25 mins later we arrive and then we head to our beds. It's been an experience today, but ended up alright.