Standing in the drop-off area of the departures terminal at Dubai International Airport.
Crack of morning. Still slightly drunk.
Immediately prior to this: Oblivious in Dubai: Part 3
A young married couple exit a taxi; I dive in and hand the driver a business card from the hotel I’d frantically left just a couple hours before.
The driver is quiet; very reserved. My normally socially awkward self operates at a prime level of effectiveness in situations like this with strangers.
I start asking him questions. That’s what I do. Turns out he’s from Egypt and works as a taxi diver in Dubai to send money back home to his family.
He thinks I’m American; I correct that very quickly – I’m Canadian. He instantly changes his composure and approach to friendly and amicable. I ask him, “What’s wrong with being American?”
His response completely changed the way I look at the world.