Last night I joined a gang of expats for dinner at a Thai restaurant called Mango Tree. I have seen the one in London and never really even thought of dining there, but the one over here seems to be something of a hotspot. And talk about a vista: a really cracking fountain extravaganza exploded from the man-made lake below accompanied by some belly-dancing beats. Leaping up with my Blackberry to capture the magic on camera while everyone else sat non-plussed, the display was then followed by a soothing spray of cooling fountain-fresh water brought by the breeze. Sadly the taste and aroma of the spritz was more Chessington World of Adventures than Club 55. The boys around the table not already wearing their Fin’s were thrilled with the revelations of the new Fin’s Middle East website.
It doesn’t get much more exciting than seeing your own name up in lights. Well, this is the closest I’ve come yet. As we went to the Dubai Polo Club to do a recce for tomorrow’s Fin’s event at the Princes’ Cup, they were testing out the big screen, and what should pop up but the Middle East’s new favourite shoe brand. Major.
Hopefully tomorrow will see the pillars of Emirate society squabbling over the Rio Reds and Mustique Greens, backs turned from the chukkas, mallets, ponies, etc. Until then, a nap before dinner at Zuma tonight beckons.
