Greetings from Dubai International Airport. It’s 88F at 2am in the lovely metropolis in the middle of the United Arab Emirates. Terminal 3 is a sprawling complex of international shops and restaurants, all open at 2am. There’s even a little calm oasis in here. I feel like taking a swim.
Who am I kidding? I’m still on Morocco time after a 7-hour flight in a full coach cabin, with a 10-hour flight ahead of me. My body is a bit achy, twitchy and sleep-deprived. I don’t sleep on planes, so I might crack up a bottle of duty-free Jack Daniels to help me pass out.
On the good side, it’s my first time on Emirates Airlines and they do a good job on getting you in and out. Coach isn’t so bad when have 1,500 programs to choose from. I got to watch the Real Housewives of Abu-Dhabi where Fatima was enraged that Amal showed up late too her son’s 5th birthday party.
I got a whiff of the outside word when disembarking on the tarmac for 20 seconds. It’s still an intense heat in the middle of the night for late October.
Well, I’m going to grab some much needs vitamins from a smoothie and next time I’ll be posting from sunny Cape Town, South Africa!