Burqalicious: The Dubai Diaries: A True Story of Sun, Sand, Sex, and Secrecy

Burqalicious: The Dubai Diaries: A True Story of Sun, Sand, Sex, and Secrecy

Becky Wicks

Language: English

Pages: 320

ISBN: 1616085894

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


As a sassy young woman used to drinking, partying, blogging, and shopping her way through dreary London, the call of a glamorous, tax-free career in sunny Dubai just couldn’t go unanswered. Over the course of two years, an entire city funded by oil wealth rises from the dust around her as Becky rapidly scales the career ladder. She becomes a celebrity editor in a land where sex definitely does not sell and spends most nights in a five-star blur of champagne luxury. 

Dubai offers everything, but things soon get messy—not least because a wealthy Arab man makes her his mistress. Skinny-dipping, affairs, gay parties—Wicks soon discovers just how easy it is to break the law in Dubai! Wicks lifts the burqa from the razzledazzle and reveals some of the most scandalous goings-on in the world’s fastest up-and-coming city of gold.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

weekend. He was clearly feeling a little sorry for his tragic friends, having to sleep so uncomfortably in a house full of loons. He’s off on a trip somewhere exotic to surprise his girlfriend, as she’s taking a six-month tour round the world before joining him here in Dubai. When she arrives, of course, she’ll get to live in his gorgeous showroom and have real dinner parties at the table that’s eternally expecting guests. (It’s so unfair!) Having packed our weekend bags and waved goodbye to the

glasses containing every spirit under the sun. And if they’d complained, we would have snuck out to the toilets in shifts and swigged from the open wine bottles they’d put on our tables earlier, which we’d then promptly hidden in our bags, complete with the caps screwed back on. The hilarity ensued all day, from midday till midnight, with a restaurant full of what were once normal, respectful, hungry humans looking more and more like a zoo full of savage, intoxicated animals by the hour. There

was even given a press pass to the concert, which I’ll flash with pride if I can face the torturous traffic jam that I’m sure will exist between us on the actual night. It feels like every day is a launch party for the next, and perhaps a little bit of Dubai’s winning spirit is rubbing off. I have to say, although I haven’t forgotten the lessons I learned in poverty-stricken Jaipur, in the fake world I now call home, it feels like there’s a lot more to look forward to. 18/02 Endings and

tastes like … well … leaves.) But what’s probably the most fascinating thing about the place is that when other ancient civilisations were battling it out with stones, these people here were building and living in these amazing, multi-storey houses. M&M chatted in Arabic with Ahmed, who was actually the father of the guy who ran the hotel. He told us he often takes people out to the mountains. At first I wondered if he was going to kidnap us. Even though he seemed pretty friendly, you can never

happened after that is a bit of a blur, but we cabbed it to the Hard Rock Café for some cocktails — something I would never even dream of doing anywhere else. I’m told that fifteen years ago the Hard Rock Café was the furthest point you could reach in Dubai. Cabs were reluctant to take people so far out of the city back then, and the place used to be attached to a seedy hotel, which is how it got its liquor licence. This part was shut down, and now the bar/restaurant sits in the middle of a

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