We headed by train towards Dubai city passing more residential conclaves built beside man-made water courses and stopped at the Mall of the Emirates Station because we wanted to see the indoor Ski ramp and snow playground which is housed in the Mall of the Emirates complex. This mall is the second largest in Dubai. We stood at the glass walled viewing platform and watched many families lining up to enter the winter playground area. Tickets were quite expensive at $200 for an hours' skiing. The price included snow gear, jackets, pants, beanies, gloves and skis or toboggans. There were other deals for children's programs or for just riding the chair lift. We enjoyed watching people
Taking sled rides, skiing down the slopes and riding toboggans down ice covered tunnels and slipways. It looked cold inside as everyone wore gloves and snow gear. The buildings and fir trees were covered in powdered snowflakes and the ice glistened under the brightly lit sky-ceiling. It was such a pretty wonderland sight as you can see in the photographs.
Earlier in the day at the Dubai Mall we had spent some time watching skaters zipping around the ice skating rink in the Dubai Mall. I forgot to mention it earlier in the blog. Don't you just love the cute snowman gliders that beginners can use as they learn to skate. Ken and I watched children learning how to skate with their own private teachers who demonstrated the moves and then guided their young students ever so carefully.
After we left the Snowfield Mall we intended returning to The Dubai Outdoor Coloured Fountain Show but we were feeling totally exhausted, having been out since midday and having walked thousands of steps according to Ken's step counter. I did not need to check the step counts as my body was telling me that we should head to the Sea Princess where a hot shower, a cup of tea and a soft bed was all we needed. It was already 8.30 pm so we took 2 trains to the nearest station to the port. We both must have looked exhausted because when we entered the first train with about 10 station stops before our changeover station spot, a very kind man (an expat worker from India) offered me his seat. Then his mate stood up and offered Ken his seat. How thoughtful of them. We thanked them profusely and felt so blessed. Ken was feeling quite ill by the time the taxi arrived at the port. We stumbled up the gang plank, used the lift to the 10th floor and flopped into our state room. Poor Ken vomited immediately. I think the long hot day (even though we were in air-conditioned malls) with trips in and out of the heat had taken its toll. After a shower, a cup of tea and chicken soup which we ordered as room service, we fell asleep. What a L-O-N-G but enjoyable and busy day we'd had. Next morning we awoke none the worse for our previously busy day.
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