I am sitting in a hotel room looking out at the tallest building in the world. It soars upward, a spare spear thrust into the sky. But it shares the window with many other skyscrapers equally picturesque. But it is the sheer number of cranes and the hazy sky that really dominate the scene. This is Dubai, crossroads of the United Arab Emirites.
Change is the key word in this part of the world. On the way from the airport to my hotel, my cab driver took the wrong turn, momentarily lost, because the road had changed since he last drove to this part of town. It seems that every road and every building is under construction.
I have come to participate in the vast surge of resources being drawn to this particular corner of the world. The strong gravitational force powered by capital spending pulls us all into its orbit. The concourse of the hotel and business meetings are a kaleidoscope of peoples and cultures. In a meeting yesterday, I met a young woman engineer from Russia. Her look was so definitively Russian, that I could imagine her as the model for one of those "Soviet Worker" posters so popular among the International Left in the 1930's. Working at the desk next to her was another young woman, veiled, in the garb of traditional muslims of the desert. I was driven back to my hotel by a young sales engineer from India. From the cynical tenor of his conversation, he must be an avid fan of the local equivalent of "Talk Radio". They all worked for an entrepreneur from Lebanon whose manic focus on business echoed the many hustling startups in our own country that have made our economy so vibrant.
The impact to the newcomer is strong. Walking into the air terminal, the sheer power of the extravaganza overpowers you. Grasping for a metaphor, it comes to me; Las Vegas on steriods. The architecture of the skyscrapers is not the sober economics driven square boxes that we have come to know in the West, but the arresting curves and cantilevers of imaginative architects given the freedom from economics to bring their fantasies to life.
And yet the next day allows one a more measured reflection. Standing in my window, I can count 31 construction cranes. If I could see in other directions, I would count equal numbers in those directions as well. Yet nearly all of them are strangely unmoving. While traffic is busy, there are no trucks to be seen. And while there are the blue coveralls of construction workers visible, their numbers are few. It appears that the real estate bubble may not be restricted to Phoenix and Las Vegas.
But the iron and steel of the energy business is outside the financial districts of Dubai. Though slower than before, the energy infrastructure of the Gulf continues to build. Even more than Houston, this is the energy center of our universe. Can we compete here? Can we play with the "big boys"? Conversations with numerous customers in the area give evidence of the opportunity. The same organizational strengths, coupled with a self effacing approach to client relations, that have allowed us to prosper in the domestic market will play well here.
And so as I return to Denver, I am struck by the opportunity here. But I am also sobered by the reality of the world outside our borders.