“Are you ready?” My eyes shut tightly, “Yep, let’s do it”. A loud whirring of the zip line and a sharp gush of wind blowing past my face, and just like that any fears I may have had retreated as I flew over a beautiful abyss of layered limestone and ophiolite.
After several accidental naps due to sudden bouts of jet lag, working on our final presentation that was to be presented in two days, and the worst traffic jam either one of us had ever experienced, we had finally made it to Dubai from Ras al Khaimah.
“Wow, it’s hot”, I said the split second we exited Dubai International Airport. Despite the increasingly warm and humid summer we were having back home in New York, I wasn’t prepared for 103 degrees (F.) after roughly 13 hours on an air-conditioned flight.