48 hours in Dubai is the definition of whirlwind trip—we packed in a lot over those two days but if you ever want to feel utterly confused as to what time and place you’re currently in, spend just as much time flying across the world as you spend exploring said place.
Anyway! The absolute best part of the trip was the desert safari. We drove about 45 minutes out of the city—but really, once you’re out of the shadows of Dubai’s many skyscrapers, you’re good to go. The city is clustered in a long strip and then there’s nothing but sand and highway. No sprawl to be found here.
(Dubai actually reminded me of Houston and Galveston in that they have their highway design on lock—elaborately embellished underpasses complete with carvings and pristine paintwork. But yes, I know this is all due to their controversial labour force… Texas, how do you do it?)
We did a night safari and stargazing tour with Platinum Heritage, who operate on conservation grounds owned by the royal family (basically though, everything in Dubai is royal owned or encouraged). Oh and it was THE COOLEST EXPERIENCE EVER. Our guide, Wesaim, loaded us into a ’50s Range Rover and took off into the pitch black—you could see all the stars but no moon, and just the slight outline of the desert dunes around us. We stopped whenever he spotted wildlife, like Arabian gazelles and long-horned oryx, grazing in the shrubs and doing whatever it is that wild animals do at night in the desert. We also hiked in the dunes for a bit, with Wesaim using his flashlight to make sure no scorpions were in our path—though when you’re ankle deep in sand and trying to power-run up a 20 foot dune in absolute darkness, it’s best to just not think about the creatures around you.
At one point, Wesaim stopped the Range Rover and ordered us all to get out for some “quiet time” and stargazing. I lay down in the sand and spent 20 minutes just… enjoying the night sky. We saw shooting stars, borrowed Wesaim’s phone to figure out constellations and planets with his star app and only maybe once thought about the scorpions that could be slowly scuttling closer and closer.
The last hour or two was spent at the Bedouin campsite, eating dates and breads covered in Za’atar, drinking Arabian coffee and smoking shisha while lounging on rugs and cushions nestled in the sand. There’s an option to spend the night—families who had done the tour earlier in the day were getting settled in for the evening—and while our tour was perfect, I most definitely need to return to Dubai and sleep under the stars.