Isn't it odd when you go somewhere and realise that you'll almost certainly never be there again? The only time I've really noticed it before was on Easter Island, where I tried to cram everything into a couple of days as I just couldn't see a reason why i would go back.
But this hasn't been a four day smash and grab, I've spent longer in Madinat Zayed than I have any place outside of England. Surely there'd be some reason to come back, right?
Right?
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