Dubai: The Race to the Top

Dubai: The Race to the Top

At first, Dubai is a cacophony of glitter and steel. Like Vegas, you have a desert climate with skyscrapers thrust up out of the ground, lining Sheikh Zayed road in stern procession for miles. Because there is such a complex network of highways and roads, most 6 lanes wide, everyone drives here, which means there is very little pedestrian culture…what I mean by that are the sidewalks and small storefronts, the kind of thing we see near campus along Mill Avenue. There are storefronts here, but its expected you can drive right up to them, and between all your destinations. So the car dependency that we sustainability students are trained to loathe is brought to a new extreme here. I have never, ever seen so many expensive cars. Not Audi or BMW. We’re talking Ferrari, Lamborghini, the occasional Bentley or two. I was really excited when I saw my mom’s Toyota Rav 4 cruising down the highway.

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Dubai: The Airport to the Academy to the Beach to…

Dubai: The Airport to the Academy to the Beach to…

By Sigma Dolins

I’ve never been so conflicted by imagery as I am here in Dubai. Stepping off of the plane and into the airport was surreal. The entire airport, at 6am, was staffed entirely by non-Emirati: Filipinos and Indians. I bought a SIM card at a drink shop from a woman originally from Negros, and the nice woman at the information desk from India printed out some info me. When I took a taxi, I was shuffled to the side where only the women taxi drivers are, dressed in pink abayas. For about 70 dirham, I made it south to the Emirates Academy.

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48 Hours in Instanbul

48 hours in Istanbul

My layover in Istanbul, intended to be easygoing and relaxing, has actually been inspiring, breathtaking, and the experience of a lifetime…right on the cusp of another life-changing trip!

In just two days I’ve seen the Blue Mosque, walked the Galata Tower, been to the Dolgachem Palace Museum, gone drinking and dancing in Beycoglu, walked Taksim Square, walked over the Karakoy/Eminonu Bridge twice, ridden the subway, the tram, and the dolgamesh (short bus). I’ve drank raki, Turkish beer and Turkish wine; I’ve had more kinds of lokum (Turkish Delight) than I ever knew existed. I’ve had two kinds of balik ekmek (fish sandwich), made new friends, pretty much avoided death by vehicular collision every five minutes, and took over 200 pictures. The best parts were easily the Turkish bath in the Cemberlitas Hamami, and having tea and fish sandwiches on the Beycoglu side of the Karakoy bridge, watching the water, the people, and the ubiquitous cats.

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Pre-Departure Swing

Pre-Departure Swing

By Sigma Dolins

Even though I’ve lived abroad for four years and been traveling on 15 hour flights since I was six, being in transit has never gotten to the point where it can be done with the ease and simplicity of stepping on and off a bus. You need your passport. Sunblock. Bug spray? Extra socks. (Damn, I don’t have extra socks.) Books to read in case you’re bored, that you probably won’t because of in-flight TV. Tylenol. A map. Money. Credit cards. And print everything that ever had your name on it, in case they ask at security. Well, at least I have learned over the years to pack as little clothing as possible, to do without hair dryers and four pairs of shoes. Man, I hope there is an iron in Dubai.

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