Currently flying at 35,000 Feet.

First things first… we both safely survived The UAE and both have our hands still attached to our arms. Phew!

 

What isn’t there to say about Dubai, or even the drama at Manchester airport prior to the ‘big adventures’ official start? As many of you women out there will know, packing for a holiday or break is a nightmare. Packing for a whole year…. well, lets just say that I went a little bit overboard with what I decided to take…

Adam and I were more than happy with our 30kg weight allowance. However, I had an idea that I might have been ever so slightly over. But I did not expect to be £600 worth over. Nor did Adam. But I don’t think that Adam had realised that I would then proceed to layer my clothing in the middle of a very busy airport in order to avoid having to send home any clothing with my entourage (Grandma, Aunt, Mother, Father and Brother.) There was no chance that I was going to have to leave any of my 3 pairs of flip-flops behind. Sadly, I had to leave something. It was a tough choice. I selected the Collins Pocket French Dictionary, Lonely Planet guide to Fiji and a handy book on Soviet Politics (who wants their brain to go to mush really?!)

After the embarrassment of having to unload my travel library, it was back to the check-in desk for weighing in time. I stood sweating (due to the mount of clothes I was wearing) and Adam was, I presume, still a little embarrassed. But I was underweight! I then proceeded to load back into my case the necessities (sun cream and some shorts).

We boarded the B777-300 and flew with Emirates to Dubai.

On arriving at the space station commonly known as Dubai International Airport, we were promptly greeted by the worlds shiniest metals and Arabs dressed in pristine white robes. After picking up our chins from the floor, I pushed Kate into taking a tourist shot of me in (drum roll please)….. in the queue for the taxi!!

The taxi ride was short and sweet and we finally crawled into out beds at approximately 2am local time.