Karama

I used to love living and working in Karama in the olden days. Wandering round those tacky gift shops. Buying 'genuine' brand-name clothes for almost nothing. So it seemed like a 'must-do' for the daddy-in-law.

Alas, the place has really gone down the tubes. You could not walk 5 metres without some jerk imploring you to buy 'copy watches, Rolex, Tag Heuer, Breitling' or 'DVDs, geniune, very cheap', or 'handbags, designer handbags'. I know the guys have to make a living but after a short while I really really couldn't take it any more. It was awful.