The Emirati's Journey to Dubai

The Emirati had a funny smile, like he's the quiet mischievous one of the family. He stamped our passports and we walked a baggage claim. Behind the cab lanes was a wadi or oasis, water gushing out of every rocky crevice. A sequence of airport staff and shirts and ties tells us, Go there. Cabs are this way. Your cab is this cab. Only the last guy in a shirt and tie was an airport staff,. He was a driver, and suddenly he was opening the door of his Lexus for us. My sleep deprived mind thought, celebration, we are in the desert, but water is flying everywhere. It's a water celebration