Dubai is a country/ emirate of contrasts.
You have guys dressed robin blue white kaftan looking things, trotting around like penguins, with buttoned up chinese collars covered till the toe, trotting hand in hand with a babe in a bikini with cleavage going down till her six pack.
It goes against all the typecasted ideas we ever had about an arabic islamic state.
You can be pardoned to think that you are driving across texas. After a 3 and a half hour flight, you arrive at a left hand drive city, full of land cruisers and hot lanes. A city which never sleeps and is at the mall half the time. Other than trading and oil, there seems to be little business activity but the little city supports more malls than the whole of south india, sports more luxury brands than Vijay Mallya.
And after all this, you still feel as though you are in a famous tourist place in.... India.
All the chatter that you hear in a mall is from Panju's, gults and tams. The locals are the arabs and malayalis.
The famous wildebeast migration in Serengeti looking like a pedestrian crossing after midnight compared to the influx of mallus into Dubai. Every cab driver is a mallu, every sales person is a mallu, every gold seller in the famed gold souk is a mallu.
If there was a better example of offshoring than the hitech city, this would be it.

But Dubai was fun like hell. Walking in and out of air conditioned malls, hotels, restaurants, land cruisers into searing 40 degree desert radiation was kinda fun. The moment I walked out of any mall, my glasses were completely foggy for a few seconds, luckily, I bumped into a few nice russian women leveraging on my temporary blindness!