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Previously on the Hayden-Bradbury visit..... The culprit of that almighty smell was in fact Scott! We pick up from the end of the last post, en route to the Mall of the Emirates for some juicy steaks. We reminisce about our time in Newquay and will it that we would see a cow on a bridge. I park up and as we climb out I can see the heat is getting to them, especially Dave whose shorts are quite damp around the but-tocks area, welcome to Dubai Dave. After laughing at him for a couple of minutes we retreat inside form some air-con relief and quickly make our way to the steak house. All that needs to be said here is that we all cooked our won steaks, produced a lot of sweat and filmed the trailer to District 9 – 2, Get out of my house Prawn. Oh and we all enjoyed a helping of chocolate fondant after I described it to the others as “hard chocolate on the outside and gooey on the inside.” Sold. Oh and Dave ate frogs legs, I think that’s it.... yeah that’s it. A very successful first evening.
The next event was go-karting,
I have to admit I thought I would do pretty well at this, I was wrong. After we got suited and booted the heat immediately hits you, like a palm striking a bald man’s head..... You can’t escape the sweatiness inside the thick overalls, but everyone is in good spirits, and the usual banter is going around. As per, Garry gets his fair share, especially due to his new ginger look, but he takes it like a m... well like he normally does. We move on to the karts and choose our numbers. This is where I have to point out that there was a fundamental flaw with my kart, it was slower than all the rest. There I’ve said it. Anyway long story short, Dave won and I came 2nd to last, beating Garry. There was plenty of wiping out and the occasional bumping and at one point, the helmet hood you get came down over my eyes and I was driving blind! (Excuse No.2) Then we celebrated with some ice-cold water and peeled off the overalls that were now welded to our bodies.
Wednesday saw us heading out to an area known as the greens. After following
George and his suspect convoy skills, we arrived at a small cafe known as Bert’s, where Garry and George were geared up to play a few songs on the open mic stage. It was good to relax, eat some good food and then listen to some live music. Garry went first playing songs which included, Less than Jake and Stereophonics, he was mint, and so was George playing songs which included Oasis. I ended the night by leaving the Hayden’s in the dust, speeding past them in the stang.
Thursday arrived and that meant it was the weekend! On the cards was a BBQ at the Hayden residence followed by a trip to Barasti beach bar. I for one was pretty tired after a day of contending with my grade 8s and the 80 mile drive back to Dubai so was looking forward to some cold beer and char grilled food. I put my newly acquired alcohol licence to use for the first time, purchasing a crate of Bud. This was to compliment the many beers George had already provided. Highlights of the night include, Garry turning into a performing monkey playing songs on the guitar, tales of George’s
recent trip to America and his visit to bar full of Mexicans (Another story) and posing children’s soft toys in ‘awkward’ positions. As for the food, it was so good but I think I overdosed on sausages and creamy potatoes. This was followed by an enjoyable taxi ride to Barasti. I say enjoyable, I was asleep for most of it so I don’t really know. Then the most shocking moment of the whole trip occurred........ Dave went into his wallet, took out some money and paid for the taxi, for all of us! I nearly died. Anyway, Barasti awaited. Here you can enjoy some drinks on the beach on the double beds they have placed all around, and views of the sea and Atlantis. Bars don’t get much better than that; however I was nakard so retreated to my apartment early.
The next day I was greeted with tales of Dave and Garry alone in Dubai and actually making it back without a stop via the Dubai jail. We had a laugh about their night and at how rough they looked whilst on our way to Wild Wadi water park. After a stang rave to freestyler on the way,
we arrived at the park and managed to beat the queues. The floor was f****** boiling! In parts you had to sprint across it screaming like a little girl until you made it to a wet patch. This was all worth it just to see Garry’s face on the new ride known as Tantrum Alley. At one point you think you are going to fall onto the road below, I just wish I had a picture of Gaz, it was hilarious. We spent the day relaxing, getting tanned and floating round the pool that goes around the park. This included Dave testing the life guards by floating past face down in the water. It failed. We also went through some pitch black tunnels and all we did was scream all the way through it, getting some ‘interesting’ looks from the lifeguards. A good day all round and a must for anyone coming to Dubai.
After a quick stop by the apartment, we made our way over to the next Emirate, Sharjah. We were heading to the shooting and golf club to let Dave and Gaz get some live rounds down the range. First up, me and Scott had a
go on the Smith and Wesson 38. Six shooter. It was a beast, and really enjoyable to fire. Dave and Gaz got a quick lesson on the Beretta 9mm and both produced some good spreads, even though Gaz looked terrified at first. We also fired the MP5 and the M16, followed by a Czech pistol with one hell of a kick to it. All in all we fired 75 rounds each and we all kept our targets which was top. Unfortunately, photos were prohibited which was disappointing but never mind. So we made our way back to the car and put all the gear in the boot, closing it afterwards. S***, I left the keys in the boot. So there we were trying to figure out ways we could get into the boot cursing at regular intervals until we finally managed to pull the back seat forward, disaster averted.
Now the day didn’t end there, after a quick change parade back at the apartment we returned to the Madinat for one last drink before Gaz flew back to the UK. We enjoyed some chilli cheese fries and relaxed on bean bags by the canal, one of the many reasons
I love that place. The taxi ride home saw us taking way too many photos and probably blinding the driver on a regular basis with the flash, but it was very funny. Unfortunately this was the end to Garry’s visit and we would have to carry on the journey without him. I’m sure he would take away memories of “feeling like an action hero” and various attempts by us to dunk him in various pools.
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