Hitting the ground running, I took the metro from Al Rigga Station and exited at the World Trade Center and walked toward the beach. It was still hot, but I knew that it was a far cry from the heat of summer and being too cheap to take a cab, I walked and in some Indian minimart bought a bottle of water instead and chatted with the owner, a 3rd generation immigrant to Dubai. I then kept walking until I got to the road along the ocean. I had stopped to buy a hat, having lost mine in Mongolia, and then found out that buses can't be boarded anywhere, but that you had to prepurchase tickets. So I had a couple of miles to walk in the heat, along the walls the kept me, the sole walker, from the water. Behind those walls were warfs, drydocks, gas and oil terminals, and other shoreside installations. Finally, I arrived at a much more friendly and interesting area, and after a superb dinner in a seafood restaurant, also frequented by the Emir of Dubai, made it to the beach. Then came the long trek back to the metro station, but at least it was getting cooler by then. When I arrived back at the hotel it was dark.