Wednesday, October 12, 2011

The horrors of house hunting in Dubai

So, what's better... A small but perfectly formed villa on the wrong side of the tracks (an oasis of calm in a swathe of urban grit) or a somewhat boring, slightly grubby but larger house in an area considered to be quite swanky? The latter also being more expensive?

After a day of sweating and swearing, mainly because 95% of the estate agents (realtors) in Dubai are inconsiderate morons who think nothing of being half an hour or more late - if they show up at all. Then, when they finally do deign to appear, proceed to show you something that would work really well as a crack den, all the while insisting that it's really desirable and they have loads of other clients literally gagging to move in.

So I'm left with two options: do I go for the unconventional choice that may prove to be slightly more inconvenient - but I love it - or the sensible choice that leaves me slightly cold?

Or do I just forget both of them and keep looking for the ideal house that may or may not exist? Bearing in mind that I now have exactly 18 days before homelessness beckons...

Decisions, decisions, decisions.

1 comment:

Daddy Papersurfer said...

I'd keep looking if I was you.