So lucky people, I’m
going to blog the next ten days in an attempt to keep myself occupied whilst
alone on holiday and because I’ve been totally shit at keeping my blog up to
date.
I’m in Dubai. In
Terminal 3. BST is 5:27am. It’s 8:27 in DXB. The gate isn’t open yet and the
flight is at 9:45am DXB time.
I’ve had shit all
sleep having been sat bolt upright and with a useless pillow that won’t stay up
against the aeroplane seat. I was also sat next to two of the dourest Asian
women in the entire world.
So now I’m in DXB.
Trying hard not to sulk about the fact that one of my very best friends lives
here and I won’t see them. I’m just passing through en route to Male and they're
passing through the UK as I write this and back here tomorrow. Gutted.
Actually gutted. It’s been nearly 2 years since I saw them in person. I hate being here and not visiting the city
because I love it. I seriously considered moving here. Accepted a job and
everything. Then turned it down. After
the year I’ve just had, I’m not sure if that was a mistake or not. It’s hot here. We got off the plane at about
7am and it was already approaching the mid 30’s temperature wise.
On the upside I can’t
see a plethora of young, beautiful and in love couples. There are a lot of
locals and Indians to whom the concept of queuing is apparently alien. There’s
also a family. This is bizarre to me. The Maldives is most definitely NOT a
family destination. Make that two families with small children in tow. Apparently we’ll be boarding soon. The gate
is open now!
Next time I write I’ll
be on Furanafushi Island! Whoop Whoop!
Ta ta
So I’m here. It’s
1:25pm BST but 5:25 local time. The sun’s going down and there is a storm. It
just came over all of a sudden but the palm trees are being blown all over the
shop. I’ve had a swim, had a paddle, seen a few fish (but not many) and read my
book on the beach feeling utterly relaxed.
On arrival at the
airport I was personally met, bags carried and then taken directly to the hotel
via speedboat where they proceeded to fleece me for $900 ‘blocked’ on my credit
card. Hahahahh dream on Sheraton. I’m planning not to have a bill at the end.
I’m paid up and half board.
I wasn’t even motion
sick on the boat which is incredible. My room is lovely. I’m directly on the beach
and upstairs above another hut. My view is gorgeous. My plan was to pack,
wander over for dinner and then sit in the lobby area online and already start
boring the arse off everyone with my pics. I’m going to wait for this storm to
pass a bit. I should get some pictures!
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