Monday, 25 July 2011

Holiday Blog


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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