They are arguing about rolling papers, clearly, as one bag of tobacco bounces between them, met with grunts of insufficiency.
I've just finished rolling one across from them and all three stare at the package balanced on my knee. All three of them descend on me, on all sides, rolling smokes as they talk excitedly, while I smile and nod, my head full with shocking amounts of indecent thoughts.
(Though for those of a more advanced nature the washrooms are spacious and bright with many accessories not common in the average abode, but never quiet or empty.) One attendant, tongue firmly in cheek, suggests this rule of thumb: "All Australians are a little gay," he laughs mischievously."All Middle Eastern men too, and oh, don't forget the Brits." Dubai generates an aura of nostalgia in its arenas for public cruising.