The day begins and ends on Sheikh Zayed Road, the urban. Home is where the heart is and she has selected the white high rise as her castle. Then the pendelum trips begin.
On any given day, the pinktaxi zigzags the streets of Dubai. I believe she has the most frequent driver miles with Salek, the toll for bridges and roads in Dubai. She drives as far as Hatta Road for horseriding and has crossed AlGarhoud bridge more than 6 times on a given day: we golf at the Creek club, don't we?
She parks in the usual spots, at Oud Metha and Rashid Port; but her car can be found in front of any random Carrefour, in any random neighborhood, in front of any random Starbucks in need of coffee, at a random free beach in search of zen.
Under the blue pyramid at Wafi, around the clocktower in Deira, at the iceskating ring at the Hyatt Regency (remember old Dubai?)Up and down AlWasel Road on a given day, up and down Jumeirah road on another, sometimes visiting twin boys near Burj Khalifa or triplet girls in Um Suqueim.
And a deliberate effort to avoid the malls and to visit zoos and parks instead. And always, she looks out the windows of her cab and marvels at dynamic Dubai.