Where gifts of I-pods and expensive perfume are the norm from parents at school.
But where men are bused in and out to long shifts working in the desert and the spend the evening collecting cardboard from the skips to sell for a little bit of money.
Where international schools are described as inner-city schools for the rich.
It is a country full of contrasts, like any city...to be expected in a country built on sand by expats.
This is, in many ways, a developing nation with first world aspects. Therefore it has first world problems.
Like when the barista asks so many questions (not sure what you call this-over selling?) and you just want your coffee.
Or when the Internet is slow on the weekend.
Or when there is no more parking at the beach club that you are a member of.
Or when you can only find Diet Pepsi and not Diet Coke in the supermarket.
It can be frustrating...for a moment....