The city isn’t big. There are only two million people here and many of them are concentrated in quite a small area.
Nobody walks anywhere. That’s partly because it is super hot but also because the city is built for cars. If you don’t have your own car you take a lot of taxis.
It isn’t always hot, though. There’s a winter season where average highs are mid teens and at night it gets down below five degrees.
There isn’t a discernible Dubai cuisine. The choices are a lot like what you’d get in a big American city, with the offerings of kebabs and other Middle Eastern food slightly pumped up.
Coins don’t have numbers on them, and notes only on one side. Or they probably do have numbers on them, but they’re written in another script. Which is odd because I thought we used Arabic numbers.
Labour is so cheap that almost anything is available with free delivery. Want a bottle of milk? Call the convenience store. Need your shirts ironed? Someone nearby will come and pick them up.
The Emiratis wear traditional clothing almost exclusively. Long white robes for men. Long black robes and head scarf for women. But they still seem to have a lot of reason to browse and buy from expensive fashion brands in the massive malls.
There’s only one ski field and one ice skating rink. So poor.