The wheels roll on in Dubai

Day three, 2nd May.
The planner suffers more hiccups with an email breakdown and so spends the morning conquering technology. The payer is definitely seeking action so she convinves the pusher to take her to the textile souk to seek out some scarves. That is after they had sustained themselves at a sumptuos breakfast buffet. Not content for table service the pusher was required to constantly push her round the buffet as she sought to satisfy her taste buds for several courses. I gather the pushRers patience was tested.
At midday the P's reunited and headed to the Burj Kalifir - the worlds tallest building. This was visible just outside our verandah so to rise above the dessert to the 124th floor in 30seconds was quite mind boggling. Once more our wheels pushed us to the front of the queue and gave us the celebrity status we had become used to. Just a shame that they weren't the original lightweight Action ones, we had set off from NZ with.
After a bite to eat and more meandering through the mall past the iceskating rink and the huge aquarium we met up with our private driver who proceeded to take us on a pre determined tour of the places reccomended to us by our friend, Jan who had lived in Dubai

for some time several years ago. We passed mosques and monuments and palaces and palm tree shaped islands all created from the dust/sand of the desert. We ventured into the Kings 5 star hotel Al Qsar, which was super opulent and to the Disneyland world of The Atlantis which reeked of consumerism and was crawling with children before finally arriving at Souk Madinah Jumeriah. Further meandering and a cold beer at none other than The Belgium Beer garden. Yes you may well say why? but Dubai is truly an international  city which seems intent on being all things to all people in an attempt to lure the wealthy from all over the world. And by all accounts it is achieving this objective as at one hotel we were inadvertantly offered a drinks menu in Russian.
We rested briefly, the payer pondering the large turtles in the pond below while the pusher changed into the appropriate dress for our final assault on Dubai.
The planner proposed a short walk to the Burj Al Arab in order to really build up a thirst but she had forgotten the heat sensitivities of the pusher which almost resulted in a mutiny  at the gate of the hotel. Gleeming gold and dancing fountains in the foyer calmed the heat stressed patrons before we were whisked to the cocktail bar on the top floor of the hotel for our 'date with decadence'. A camel's milk colada soothed the pushers frayed nerves and a Dubai dream satisfied the planner while the payer enjoyed the monthly special with flaming rosemary garnish. Delicious tapas and plenty of photos  before we returned to our hotel, well satisfied.