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Lobster season's almost here… - By Rebecca Wicks

Yesterday, on climbing into a friend's car, the dashboard showed the outdoor temperature at 39.5 degrees. Now, if you don't live in Dubai and can't quite comprehend this heat - it's really hot. However, it's nothing compared to what lies ahead. It is in fact, the teasing wink of summer's impending arrival; the semi-exposed thigh before a model-clad catwalk frenzy; a mild summer day in the savage desert, as gentle to us as a spring lamb.

I remember my parents coming to stay last year, after listening to me moan about a summer of misery - a traumatic few months of my glasses steaming up every time I left the office building and feeling like I needed a shower, ten minutes after taking one. "It's not that bad" said Dad, when he touched down at the end of October. I felt like taking him into the sauna in his clothes, with all his luggage (the equivalent of one of my handbags, probably) and turning up the heat to 50-plus. Because that's what we had to deal with, before he arrived.

Needless to say, the indoor season is almost upon us. A few more weeks, I reckon, and it'll be out with the jeans and in with the flowing skirts. Everything will need more room to breathe. It'll be back to brunches on Fridays, instead of lazing on the sandy shores (what a chore, huh?). Everything will slow down. The roads will be quieter as families migrate, leaving a thousand husbands alone to sweat it out on their own… to bring home the big bucks, and/or go to brunches with their mates, come home late, stay up all night watching sports, and all the other stuff they're not usually allowed to do.

Summer in Dubai, for those reading from afar, is unlike any other summer in a city. New York's concrete buildings capture the heat in the hotter months, turning Manhattan into a suffocating monster, but there ain't no sandy shores to make you crave the ocean. London of course, is plagued by impromptu rain showers, leaving most to wonder whether summer ever really arrived at all. But just as the western world rolls the deckchairs outside and winds down the sunroofs they've dared to install, Dubai's outdoor hotspots shut up shop. The outside world is avoided at all costs. Even crossing the path from your office to your car is a treacherous voyage of inevitable humidity-related doom. No armpit is safe, no anti-perspirant is strong enough, no exposed flesh is free from blistering without lashings and lashings of sunscreen.

Of course, the British attitude remains, wherever the Brits might set up home. Back in London, it's shirts off in Hyde Park at the very first sight of a sunbeam. There is no shame. And it's not unusual here to find one brave British soldier lying on a Jumeirah beach in August, roasting himself like a chicken on a spit, thinking his milk-bottle skin will relish the chance for some sunshine. Clearly he can't move the next day and all his colleagues are whispering about "lobsters" every time he swivels weakly across the office to the printer. He won't do it again.

Ah yes, as summer waves its unwelcome hand from a distance, us desert-dwellers shudder and thoughts of running away circle our skulls as we sit before our computer screens, browsing for holiday destinations. It might seem like a holiday sometimes, living in Dubai. But when summer creeps around us, we have nothing left to brag about. After all, who's going to believe you live in "the greatest city on earth" when you're soaked with sweat and redder than a BBQ'd lobster?

Posted: 29 May 2008

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