6 beach clubs in Dubai that take staying cool seriously
But there are plenty ways to keep cool in the warmer months, including floating in the pool at one of the city's incredible beach clubs.
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Plus, there are some that even go the extra mile to make sure you barely even break a sweat, from iced towels to much much more.
So if you're craving a pool day, give one of these a try.
6 beach clubs to visit in the summer
African Queen
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African Queen expanded from the French Riviera to Dubai in 2024, bringing some serious elegance and charm to J1 Beach.
As you'd expect from a luxe beach club, the venue goes above and beyond to keep you cool during hot summer days. From branded cooler bags filled with ice towels to a mini Evian facial mist, you'll be lounging in style here.
The menu also features cool and fresh French Riviera classics like salad Nicoise and pissaladiere pizza, alongside local flavours and tasty desserts.
Dhs300 (Dhs150 redeemable), until Mon Sep 15 . Mon-Thu 10am-midnight. Fri-Sun 10am-1am. J1 Beach, Jumeirah 1, africanqueen-restaurant.com (052 778 0760).
AURA Skypool
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This could top the list of quintessential Dubai experiences. AURA Skypool, perched on top of The Palm Tower in Palm Jumeirah, offers unbeatable views of the city wherever you find a spot in the pool.
Not only is the pool kept cool as a cucumber, but you're so high up that you'll actually get to make the most of a cool breeze and even a fan or two.
There are six sessions available, early mornings to catch the sunrise and for cooler weather, mornings to start your day off with a bit of sunshine, afternoons, evenings to escape the weather completely, of course, family nights and a full day experience.
From Dhs200 (morning session), Dhs225 (evening session), Dhs875 (all-day session). The Palm Tower, Palm Jumeirah, auraskypool.com (04 566 2121).
Bab Al Shams
The dreamy desert resort offers a special pool day pass where you can stare out over the dunes, before making a beeline for the swim-up bar.
Letting you sit in the water and sip ice-cold drinks all day, you'll even be handed a free ice lolly or frozen fruit skewer during the day.
Ranging from Dhs275 per person, taking a dip in this pool really does feel like you're cooling off in a desert oasis.
Dhs275 (non-redeemable weekdays), Dhs350 (non-redeemable weekends). Daily from 8am-7pm. Al Qudra Road babalshams.com (04 809 6100).
BCH:CLB
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Designed to 'redefine poolside leisure', the venue is bright white with pops of neon orange with art installations throughout the venue.
Staying open for summer this year, the day-to-night beach club has cabanas with private pools to spend the day in, as well as iced towels handed out throughout the afternoon.
Still too warm? Check out the brand new night swim party instead.
From Dhs200 (fully redeemable) Mon-Fri, Dhs300 (fully redeemable) Sat-Sun (and public holidays). Daily 10am-8pm. W Dubai — The Palm, Palm Jumeirah, bchclb.com (04 834 3803).
Cloud 22
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Featuring 60 sun loungers and 15 floating beds, this VVIP experience sits proudly on the rooftop of the iconic Atlantis The Royal hotel.
Towering at 96-metres in the air, you can make the most of the refreshing pool, floating beds and chilled breeze that floats in over Palm Jumeirah.
As for what's on the menu, Mediterranean bites are available and signature dishes include smoked salmon and cream cheese caviar flatbread, Gillardeau oysters, classic beef wagyu sliders and strawberry cheesecake.
Dhs495 (non-redeemable) Mon-Thurs, Dhs695 (non-redeemable) Fri-Sun. Sun-Wed 10am-8pm and Thu-Sat 10am-11pm, atlantis.com (04 46 2700).
Sirene by GAIA
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This stunning beach and pool boasts Aegean-style decor and some stunning vistas. Loungers on the sand start from Dhs200 per person (non-redeemable), while pool sunbeds are more expensive from Dhs300.
As well as being a dreamy spot to spend the day, Sirene keeps its pool cold enough to keep you chilled all day long.
If you want to go all out on your Greek escape, get the whole gang together and book a private cabana, the larger of which can accommodate up to eight guests (and some of the cost is redeemable too).
Dhs200 (beach sunbed), Dhs300 (pool sunbed), Dhs5,000 (Dhs3,500 redeemable, private cabana). Open Sun-Thu 10am-1am; Fri-Sat 10am-2am. J1 Beach, Jumeirah, sevenrooms.com (04 834 0303).
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