Getting Around Dubai

On 15 April 2007, exactly one year to the day after The Desert Weasel predicted its demise, The Cyclone closed. For a month, the guards who formerly collected the hefty entrance fee remained standing outside, promising a rapid re-opening, but now they, too, are gone.

However, as I was on my evening constitutional, I saw a taxi pull up to The Cyclone, and three young ladies emerge. I had seen this frequently before The Cyclone closed, as quite a few young ladies came by taxi every night to ply their usual trade. These ladies, however, spoke with a British accent, and I couldn't imagine why three British ladies would be coming to The Cyclone.

But then I understood.

The Cyclone was one of three establishments with the same owner, the remaining two being an upscale Indian restaurant and a 'Chinese' restaurant (into which, I believe, no one of Chinese extraction has ever set foot). Since few taxi drivers know the restaurants by name, the easiest way to get to the restaurants is to ask for the Cyclone. So, after getting out directly in front of The Cyclone, the three ladies wandered into the 'Chinese' restaurant, thereby ending my state of bewilderment.