Dubai is a place that appreciates the value of water. Sarah, not so much.
She will blast away in a luxurious shower, soap up the walls like a crime scene. Washing her face in a basin looks like an albatross has been in a birdbath.
This is old news. Today was different, and it wasn’t her fault. I need to say that up front.
The shower floors here are what Bunnings would call low profile. A slight lip to the bathroom floor. Don’t want a trip hazard for our guests. Then as a safety precaution, another lip into the bedroom. Surprisingly, this bathroom also has a drain in the floor, near the door.
Having said all that…
By the time Sarah had figured out the controls of the shower, she was in half an inch of water. Remember the styley low profile shower lip? About half an inch.
Shortly there is water on the bathroom floor. Not the stupid splash zone we got used to in Europe. This was suddenly an infinity pool!!
Towels on the floor wouldn’t cut it. It was trickling towards the drain. Crisis averted. Perhaps not.
The drain was overwhelmed, and the stop bank under the door wasn’t enough. Soon it was on the tiled floor outside the bathroom, heading towards the door.
By this time, I had rung reception, and asked for a pile of towels, with some urgency.
So that took the pressure off. Sarah finished her abbreviated shower, and I jumped in for a quick lap, while big towels attempted to channel King Canute.
We’re now at breakfast, hoping that the drain unblockers will wade in and do their thing, while we’re out.
This was our first morning, so if there are yards of black hair populating the drainage system, it wasn’t Sarah’s fault.
She is traumatized.
HILARIOUS!
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