Aside from the Burj Khalifa and the islands shaped like a palm tree, the one thing that most people hear about Dubai is that there's a man-made indoor ski hill. Anthony Bourdain skied it when he visited here for No Reservations (tipping us to the amazing Bu Qtair and Ravi with his visits), and that guy Matt who danced his way around the world chose the ski hill for his Dubai segment.
And so this Canadian knew, upon moving to Dubai, that I had to try this place at least once while we live here. James, seeing "Ski at Ski Dubai" on my wish list, made sure that Santa brought me a day pass for Christmas, and this past weekend, as the temperature outside started to bake for the 1st time this season, we made our way to the chilly interior of the ski hill.
Here's how it looks on the inside. The slope and lift curve up towards the left, out of view, so it's longer than you think. It also gets quite chilly after a while, and has that fragrance like an ice rink.
The lift ticket include pretty much everything you need for a day of skiing: free ski & boot rental, ski pants & jacket, apres ski hot chocolate...
...but toque and mitts are NOT included, so I brought my own. Go Canada!
It makes for an interesting sight, with almost everyone wearing the exact same outfit, although it was neat to see some locals wearing their ski jackets over their long white thobe.
I hit the highspeed quad to get to the top, although it requires a definite air-quote "high speed" indicator, because it ended up being faster to take the poma lift on the side. Right after James took this photo of me, I realized that the liftie was yelling at me to move to the middle of the seat. Seriously, they would yell at me if there was even a smidge of a delay in lowering the safety bar, every time.
One funny observation, at "mid-station" (note the airquotes again), the safety net underneath the lift platform had about three pairs of skis hanging in it. Like, did kids just kick off their skis and toss them in there and then download or something? "Mid-station" has bathrooms and a little cafe, but I proceeded to the very top, where I had the choice of a crowded gentle slope down to the bottom, or a slightly steeper "EXPERTS ONLY" slope. I took the latter. And got to the bottom 30 seconds later.
But seriously, it was really fun, and the snow was even better than expected, allowing me to get some nice turns.
Another funny observation, oh my gosh, I am so glad James took this photo. So there's me skiing, whee, awesome, but look in the background at the line of skiers riding the poma lift back up the hill. See how one guy appears to have fallen down? Well, this was actually a rather popular technique for getting up the hill with this lift, guys would topple forward onto their butts and then get dragged up the hill, clinging to the poma with both arms, ski-clad legs dragging behind them.
Another fun observation, there was a penguin show, with real penguins, happening in the snow park below the lift. I got in plenty of runs, and lots of nice turns, and really enjoyed my time back on the slopes. After 90 minutes (the passes are good for 2 hours), I was actually feeling chilly, so I packed it in and met James for that free hot chocolate at the mountain cafe. Last fun bonus, the hot chocolate counter had free candy toppings. When we walked up, the lady in front of us had a froth of whipped cream, pastel marshmallows and other candies atop her cup, and I said, "now *that* is a hot chocolate," because I expected us to be getting the basic ski hill whirring machine stuff. But no, they told us to help ourselves to the jar of speculaas cookies, and we got plenty of M&Ms and pastel marshmallows for our warm-up drinks. No whipped cream though, I mean we can show a *little* restraint.
So overall verdict: it's no Whistler/Blackcomb, but the novelty of the place made it a super fun experience. Check that off the wish list!














