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Dann der Donnerstag. Erste Party. Kollege von Frau A., der sich in den (von außen abgrundtief hässlichen, wie ich finde) Jumeirah Beach Residences ein Appartment gekauft hat. 28. Stock, Meeresseite.

Die Aussicht kann sich sehen lassen: von dort oben sieht der Strand wirklich schön aus und die Palme Jumeirah im Hintergrund macht auch was her.

Die Party war ok, zumal die Gäste von Schweden bis Australien aus allen Teilen der Welt kamen. Wenn diese Leute doch bloß nicht so fiese Akzente hätten, die bei lauter Wummer-Musik und etwas Alkohol eigentlich nicht mehr verständlich sind.

Freitag morgen. Der letzte Schnaps hat uns beiden nicht gut getan. Schnell den Gärtnern noch Anweisungen gegeben, dann ins berüchtigte Double Decker zum noch berüchtigteren Friday-Brunch. Preise wurden erhöht. Aber auch für 149 Dirham ist all-you-can-eat-and-drink noch ein gutes Angebot. Biere blieben besser ungezählt, und wenn Frau M. aus BB endlich die Fotos von ihrer Kamera zumailen würde, könnte ich auch einige Stimmungsbilder liefern.

Früher Abend: Uff

Dann wieder ins Taxi. Nächste Party. Diesmal AUF he Palm Jumeirah. Bisher war ich noch nie auf der künstlichen Insel, von der es heißt, sie gehe unter, hätte ein Brackwasserproblem, Rattenprobleme, teure und kleine Grundstücke usw.

Stimmt alles. Die Anfahrt ist lang und außer monotonen Wohnblöcken und Reihenhäusern ist dort (nachts) auch nichts spannendes zu sehen. Ein Cafe um die Ecke oder ein Supermarkt sind mir jedenfalls nicht aufgefallen. Jeder "Palmwedel" ist durch Schranke und Wächter gesichert, dahinter führt eine lange Straße mit auffällig ähnlicher Bebauung zu beiden Seiten fast endlos geradeaus.

Nur geschätzte 30 Prozent der Häuser auf diesem Palmwedel wirkten irgendwie bewohnt, der Rest scheint reines Spekulationsobjekt zu sein. Denn die Häuser sind mittlerweile schweineteuer. Zwar auch groß, aber ob die engen Grundstücke wirklich ihr Geld wert sind, muss jeder selbst entscheiden. Denn der kurze Strand direkt am Garten ist zwar nett, aber voller kleiner fieser Betonstücke. Und ohne Brandung bringt das Meer auch nur halb soviel  Spaß.

Aber zum Feiern ist die Location anständig geeignet. Kein Nachbar beschwert sich, man hat die Wahl zwischen pipiwarmen Meer und körperwarmen Pool, viel Platz und genug Getränke.  Und wo viele Perser sind, ist die Stimmung meist auch gut. Dass ich keinen der Tanzhits kannte, zu denen die Mädels auf dem Rasen hüpften,  muss ich wohl auf meine Kappe nehmen.

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Fragt nicht nach Samstag.

Lucy and Lily are at it again. They have an obsession with bags. This bag was scented with leftover lobster and filet mignon from The Palm.

In the final part of our interview with Peter Riddoch, CEO Damac Properties, he discusses why so many real estate developments miss their deadlines, whether the Dubai property boom is a bubble waiting to burst and how the market has changed over the past few years."

The Dining Diva Does Rick Dees in the Morning

Friday, April 18, 2008-- With Rick Dees at Movin 93.9 FM

Rick Dees in the Morning             The Dining Diva                                   Patti Pietschmann

Friday April 18—the Dining Diva had fun with Rick Dees in the Morning on  Movin 93.9 talking about an outside the box, fun, fast food restaurant called, get this, “Oinkster”.   It’s the brainchild of super Valley chef, Andre Guerrero (who runs the popular Max in Sherman Oaks, California) who says he came up with the name during a late night rap session. “My girlfriend Jan who’s also my pastry chef threw it out and we all loved it,” he confessed. Everything on the menu is freshly made, even the ketchup and whipped cream. Open for lunch and dinner Oinkster’s menu includes sandwiches like house cured pastrami ($7.50), 1/3 pound hamburger made from fresh Nebraska Angus beef ($4.25), BBQ pulled pork ($6.50) and assorted Rotisserie chicken plates, salads, Belgian fries, and great shakes and malts made with Fosselman’s ice cream. Really yummy stuff. Oinkster 2005 Colorado Blvd., Eagle Rock, California, www.oinkster.comThe Dining Diva also mentioned her awesome steak dinner at the Palm in West Hollywood—where even in this era of a steakhouse on every corner, the Palm rules. My  New York Strip was prepared to my perfection—Pittsburgh style, charred on the outside, lightly pink inside, my husband Richard’s , man sized 28 ounce Porterhouse was outstanding—and he ate the whole thing.  Our carrot cake and rich chocolate cake desserts were sinfully deeslicious. The Palm, Santa Monica Blvd., WeHo, www.thepalm.com – YOU REALLY HAVE TO LISTEN TO THE PROGRAM FRIDAY MORNINGS ON MOVIN 93.9 FM AND BE SURE TO SET YOUR FM DIAL TO  93.9 FM Mornings  from 5 AM TO 10 AM to listen to Dees as he jump starts Los Angeles with his witty skits like Candid Phone, Dees Sleaze, My Mom is Smarter than your Mom -- celebrity chats, Show Biz Buzz by Patti Longlegs Lopez, Mark Wong's slant on the news..and well, you really have to be there.

 

Rick Dees in the Morning             The Dining Diva                                   Patti Pietschmann

Friday April 18—the Dining Diva had fun with Rick Dees in the Morning on  Movin 93.9 talking about an outside the box, fun, fast food restaurant called, get this, “Oinkster”.   It’s the brainchild of super Valley chef, Andre Guerrero (who runs the popular Max in Sherman Oaks, California) who says he came up with the name during a late night rap session. “My girlfriend Jan who’s also my pastry chef threw it out and we all loved it,” he confessed. Everything on the menu is freshly made, even the ketchup and whipped cream. Open for lunch and dinner Oinkster’s menu includes sandwiches like house cured pastrami ($7.50), 1/3 pound hamburger made from fresh Nebraska Angus beef ($4.25), BBQ pulled pork ($6.50) and assorted Rotisserie chicken plates, salads, Belgian fries, and great shakes and malts made with Fosselman’s ice cream. Really yummy stuff. Oinkster 2005 Colorado Blvd., Eagle Rock, California, www.oinkster.comThe Dining Diva also mentioned her awesome steak dinner at the Palm in West Hollywood—where even in this era of a steakhouse on every corner, the Palm rules. My  New York Strip was prepared to my perfection—Pittsburgh style, charred on the outside, lightly pink inside, my husband Richard’s , man sized 28 ounce Porterhouse was outstanding—and he ate the whole thing.  Our carrot cake and rich chocolate cake desserts were sinfully deeslicious. The Palm, Santa Monica Blvd., WeHo, www.thepalm.com – YOU REALLY HAVE TO LISTEN TO THE PROGRAM FRIDAY MORNINGS ON MOVIN 93.9 FM AND BE SURE TO SET YOUR FM DIAL TO  93.9 FM Mornings  from 5 AM TO 10 AM to listen to Dees as he jump starts Los Angeles with his witty skits like Candid Phone, Dees Sleaze, My Mom is Smarter than your Mom -- celebrity chats, Show Biz Buzz by Patti Longlegs Lopez, Mark Wong's slant on the news..and well, you really have to be there.

 

 

Fore all those who wanted 2 go 2 the Bahamas and visit the amazing Atlantis resort there, here is a surprise it will come 2 Dubai very soon and u can go there anytime u want,Atlantis dubai will be two towers with a total  of 2,000 rooms and it will open November 2008 looking fwd 2 go there

http://www.atlantisthepalm.com/   

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The Palm Islands is a series of artificial islands in Dubai, United Arab Emirates on which major commercial and residential infrastructure will be constructed. Today, the islands are the largest land reclamation projects in the world and will result in the world's largest artificial islands.

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La idea ha partido del sultán Ahmed Bin Sulayem y del grupo empresarial de su propiedad Nakheel, y consiste en crear 1.000 kilómetros nuevos de costa en Dubai. Quizas el proyecto más ambicioso sea el que lleva por nombre The Palm, y consiste en la creación de 520 km nuevos de costa divididos en tres complejos, cada uno de ellos con forma de palmera.

Cada uno de los complejos se ha construido sobre terreno antes cubierto de agua de mar, mediante un proceso que lleva por nombrereclamación.

El complejo tiene una barrera exterior que sirve como rompeolas, además de proteger a las hojas de la palmera frente a fuertes oleajes y desastres marinos.

Esta barrera se ha formado añadiendo capas al lecho marino. La primera de las capas es arena, cubierta con una capa geo-textil permeable al agua fabricada por el hombre para impedir que el mar arrastre la arena vertida.

Encima se pone la primera capa de piedras de protección, pesando cada una de ellas cerca de 1 tonelada de peso.

Seguidamente se añaden dos capas mas de piedra para formar la armadura, teniendo cada una de esas piedras cerca de 6 tonelada de peso.

En la imagen superior se pueden ver diferentes momentos del proceso de construcción de la barrera de protección.

Una vez construida la barrera se ha procedido a crear el lecho sobre el que arrancan los cimientos del complejo, formado por 4.880.000 metros cúbicos de roca, y sobre ellos se han volcado cerca de 92.234.000 metros cúbicos de area de mar que dan lugar a la superficie del complejo. La elección de arena de mar es debido a que es mas estable frente a seismos que la arena del desierto.

La obra también ha cuidado del medio ambiente, y han reubicado más de 1.800 peces y otras formas de vida marina de la zona de obras a otras zonas en mar abierto.

Sobre el nuevo terreno se van a edificar hoteles y villas como las de las imagenes superiores para poder convertir a Dubai en un atractivo destino turístico.

The Palm is still largely a construction site, an aural cacophony of drilling, hammering, revving, piling, beeping and scraping. But Raff and Carole’s apartment looks out on an expanse of sea with the Burj Al Arab in the distance and Sheikh Mohammed’s private island in the foreground. If you squint out their living room window, beyond the scum at the waters edge and heaps of construction detritus, you can really see the potential.

The party was on New Years Eve and we didn’t fancy our chances of catching a taxi later in the evening. Raff and Carole offered us their sofa (presumably for sleeping on and as limited to their premises) but, although we packed bedding and toiletries, Andrew was not mad keen. After a stressful evening of self abuse there is no substitute for falling into your bed. It HEALS you: slumber is more even, the hangover less vicious and - let’s face it – it’s always preferable to drool into your own pillow.

“We could always walk home,” said Andrew.

“It’s ten kilometers!”

“Ah, come on now,” said My Beloved (this being one of his favourite expressions since Raff, Carole and I tortured him with Father Ted screenings for weeks on end). “It’s probably not more than six.”

“I’m not bloody walking,” I said. “Tell you what though. I could cycle.”

“Great idea! And I could run.”

“Run?”

“Yes.”

“RUN?”

“Yes, run. As in jog. To put one foot in front of the other, quite fast.”

I didn’t say anything as he packed my bike into the back of the car, followed by his running shoes and shorts. I figured he would probably be incapable of STANDING at the end of the night, never mind putting one foot in front of the other, quite fast.

When we arrived at Raff and Carole’s, Andrew bonded with the beer while I got stuck into the margharitas. We spent most of the evening on the balcony which was lit up with fairy lights and candles and was unspeakably charming until it was gate crashed by mosquitoes. They were like armadillos with wings.

We repaired inside, where Raff put on ‘Finding Nemo’ to demonstrate the quality of their new plasma screen. One of their friends, who was blitzed when she arrived, had for some reason been talking about tap dancing. Carole and Andrew were drunkenly exhorting her to shake her funky stuff, and she was going: “No, no I couldn’t, no really – oh, alright then”.

She started dancing across the room, accompanied by herself and considerately giving us a tutorial as she went: “Tap-dancing is really just one move, where you TAP! the ball of your foot against the ground. It’s a shuffle, like this. So let me see – HAPPY FEET! I’VE GOT THOSE HAP-HAP-HAPPY FEET! Shuffle left, shuffle left, shuffle shuffle shuffle left – I CAN’T CONTROL THE DANCING DEAR TO SAVE MY SOOOOOUL! Shuffle right, shuffle right – THOSE WEARY BLUES CAN’T GET INTO MY SHOES!”

I understand she learned the routine when she was seven. There was something frankly disturbing about a grown woman singing ‘Happy Feet’ with that level of gusto - or any level of gusto, for that matter.

Meanwhile, Andrew and I were engrossed in the gripping tale that is ‘Finding Nemo’, but this woman was tap-dancing across the screen, and we were bobbing our heads around trying to follow the action

“Are you watching?” she shouted.

“Absolutely,” said Andrew, trying to see through her flailing arms, “but Marlin and Dory are about to go searching for Nemo and it’s a very tense moment. If you could just move to the left-“

“HAPPY FEEEEET!” she bawled. “You’re not WATCHING!”

“I am,” said Carole with a poker-straight face that made me see my friend in a whole new respectful light.

At around half two in the morning I was trying to scare away a slavering-fanged mosquito by pulling faces at it, with not a lot of success.

“Shall we go?” asked Andrew, clearly fed up with the insane tap-dancing lady.

We said our goodbyes and, at the car, I donned the reflective jacket Danny gave me for Christmas while Andrew swapped his shirt and trousers for singlet and running shorts. And then he started jogging, while I wobbled along behind him with my flashing rear light.

Husband started strongly, powering up the overpass towards Dubai Marina. I stopped every half a mile to text status updates to an incredulous Carole. The number of cars on the road at 03:00hrs on New Years Day was mad, although maybe they called their buddies when they saw us: “Hey, I’m not sure whether I’m drunk or . . . yeah but I’ve just passed this bloke JOGGING and . . . and there’s a bird behind him in an evening dress on a bicycle. Get down here and take a look.”

Andrew was slowing down coming to Interchange 5, going slower and slower, and by the time we hit The Springs entrance he was practically in reverse. His knee had crapped out and he was starting to whine.

“Go on, Niamhie, give me a backie.”

“Tomes. I mean it. Step away from the bike.”

“Aww, come on!”

He attempted to forcibly hitch a lift but I was giggling too hard to cycle. Somehow he talked me into relinquishing my beloved bicycle and taking a backie. Since it’s a mountain bike, the crossbar is not level: from the handlebars it slopes down to the saddle support. Three seconds later I was firmly wedged in Andrew’s sweaty crotch, getting rhythmically kicked by his sweaty knees.

We finally made it home at four o’clock in the morning in one piece – although I was severely dented in the left hip region