Suddenly you find yourself on the other side, and snicker at the fools coughing and spluttering while collapsing out of the vile tunnel. You are already striding ahead into a different cloud of air pollution, the kind you find at a spice souq.
It's my favorite of all the markets here in Dubai - sure, it's ripe with the standard pitfalls of a tourist trap - cheap rubbish dressed in clever disguise, laughably high prices that are never offered to the locals, spruikers offering fake (and substandard to karama) designer goods. But this, to me, is the closest we get to a traditional Arab market, and the atmosphere is intoxicating.
|tumeric, ginger, star anise, rose petals and buds|
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