Dubai got us twice. The first time was August 2024, when the city was a shimmering oven and we did most of our sightseeing from air-conditioned places. The second was February 2026, when the weather was perfect, Ramadan was beginning, and the city put on a show for it. Different seasons, same verdict: Dubai never does anything by halves.
August 2024: the summer visit
In summer you learn Dubai's real rhythm: do things in the morning, hide from the afternoon, come back out after dark. Which is how we ended up at the Egyptian-themed Wafi complex at night, standing between two pharaohs several storeys tall.
The other summer trick is the water. Down on the creek the abras kept shuttling between Deira and Bur Dubai, past a waterfront that still remembers what the city looked like before the towers.
Indoors, because August, we also ended up in a pool with a dolphin. This is a sentence we stand by.
The evening that saved the summer visit was the desert safari: out past the city limits, up a dune for sunset, then dinner at camp with the entertainment.
February 2026: the return
A year and a half later we came back in winter, which is when Dubai is at its most likeable. This time our window did the sightseeing for us.
The big evening out was Global Village, the enormous fairground-meets-world-expo on the edge of the city, where dozens of country pavilions sit behind a gate that looks borrowed from a fairy tale. We arrived at dusk, which turned out to be perfect timing.
Ramadan had just started, and Dubai marked it the way Dubai marks everything: with hundreds of drones rearranging themselves in the night sky. Watching the words assemble themselves letter by letter above the crowd was one of those very Dubai moments where you stop being cynical and just look up.
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