A Pair of Sparkling

What did you send me there for? It's a terrible place! - Gfoot's first words to Paraglider, in Stufital, on his return from Dubai. It seems the room was OK. Breakfast was OK. Location was fine. So what was the problem? - Cost me a fortune! - What, the rates have gone up? - Bugger the rates - Gfoot is always direct - I never got out the bar! - He'd been aware of eyes in the far corner, following his every move, his every successful extrication from every attempted ensnarement. He was doing well, proud of his resolve. Until, rashly, he returned the gaze. Once only, for three and a half hours. So, was he impressed with Chalky's Bar? - Aye.


  1. Where is Chalky's Bar?
    Sounds like a great place...

  2. Hi Hans - Chalky's Bar is really Jockey's Pub, on your left as you enter the Paranormal Hotel (ok, the Panorama) in Bur Dubai. See small map at foot of page. During Ramadan, it's only open in the evenings.

  3. So, Mr. Paraglider...

    Great blog, by the way, but have you heard about the Paranormal rats? Yes, I said rats.

    One should almost expect to see the odd vermin patrolling the vicinity of a crumbling 30 yr old hotel, but you don't expect to see them making an appearance in a throbbing Chalky's bar half way through a busy evening!

    The first made a rather comic appearence, just as the second D.J. of the night was warming up.
    He emergerged from behind the left-hand LCD screen, and boldly skipped and hopped all the way along the top of the wood paneling, pausing briefly to check out the crowd, before vanishing back behind the panelling via the right-hand LCD.
    What made this even more surreal, was when the clientel started shouting and pointing, the unaware D.J. wrongly assumed the crowd were highly enthusiastic about the track he was playing, and almost took a bow!

    The second was a few weeks later, and even bolder.
    He appeared high up in the right corner at the bar, and took a stroll around the "clean" up-turned pint glasses, freaking out all chickens in the corner, before vanishing from whence he came!

    The day after, the Manager stated one had been caught overnight, proudly holding his hands out in front of him like a fisherman grossly exagerating the size of 'the one that got away'!

    I had been wondering what had happened to all the small roaches one used to spot now and again!

  4. Pararegular - brilliant, thanks! I've seen a few roaches around the place but never the rats, yet, except in the side lane. This is such a good story that I'm going to copy it and repost it as a post, credited to yourself of course.


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