|we got off the abra here
|and opted for the safer route
|rather than cross here
|our first glimpse of the Deira Old Souk
|we can hardly wait!
|looks like an orthodox church?
|hello Kareena Kapoor!
|crowd was growing
|a feast for the eyes
|for Cat anyway
|stardust in our eyes
|must weight a ton
|we'd like to see someone decked out in this
|with no security in sight too
|one last look
|looking back at the Gold Souk entrance
|heading down 32 A St
|plenty of things to see
|interesting wares on display
|we started seeing perfumeries
|we then walked along Al Soor St for a bit
|before walking along 28C St
|this must be the Perfume Souk area
|love the side alleys
|are these pyjamas for men?
|reminds us of Malayan Mansion
|just like in Masjid India!
|heading back to the Gold Souk
|another interesting side alley to explore
|a smiling butcher
|minaret of the Masjid Kuwait
|must go exploring
|a busy area
|caught Cat's eye
|Ginny and Sern must see this!
|we met up with Ginny and Sern here
|and doubled back to the perfumery we went earlier
After meeting up with Ginny and Sern, and regaling them with tales of our excellent encounter with Asim our new-found perfumer they decided that they too would like to check out our new-found treasure. We doubled back from where we came and introduced them to Asim. No photos were taken unfortunate, and an hour later we headed back to the Gold Souk.
|Cat was intrigued with the roadside selection here
We took another walk through the Gold Souk once again on our way back to the Deira Old Souk Abra Station.
|all that glitter!
|commemorative coins, or pendants?
|ooh la la!
After walking through the Gold Souk we turned left and headed south-east along the Old Baladiya Street before eventually arriving at the Baniyas Road where the abra station was. On the way there we encountered several spice stalls and stopped to see what was on offer.
|spices of life
|he was too busy to talk to us
|we have no idea what it says
|we eventually walked into this shop...
|where we were almost conned!
|we hastily left the con-man's shop
|and vowed to be careful with 'mis-pronunciations'
The gentleman in the red cap pictured above gave us quite a run-around. We inquired about some menthol crystals and he duly scooped a small amount onto his weighing scale and said 10 dirhams. We however noticed that he slurred the word "dirham" so much so that it sounded like a cross between "dirhams" and "grams". We asked again for the price, but he kept slurring "10 drams", and gave us the impression the menthol crystals on his weighting scale were valued at 10 dirhams.
We then agreed with his "10 dirhams" and handed him a 10 dirham note, to which he responded with great exaggerated shock "no, no, 10 grams so 18 dirhams per gram... must pay 180 dirhams!"
We told him no thanks and stormed out, as he hurled (what we can only assume to be) unpleasantries at our backs. Oh well, it was a lesson learnt that lingered in our thoughts as we made our way back to the abra station and across the Dubai Creek.