I wrote this post last week and I am only now getting round to posting it. I have been extremely busy finding my bearings and starting university, so you can imagine…
Hello followers (I can now say this as I have a few subscribers), I’m here, Alhamdulillah! I finally unpacked today, that’s after a whole 6 days of exploring the city, I never had any time to feel jet lagged with all the excitement! I now feel settled in though and I thought I should write my second blog post. I am currently sitting by the pool on the rooftop trying to get a tan. Arabs have told me I’m too pale?! Totally enjoying this moment. Blessed. MashAllah. I have received a tonne of emails and messages from people asking me about how Dubai is treating me, so let me share my experience about how I crossed a continent/long haul flight first (why is it that you always end up sitting next to someone you don’t want to sit next to?!). On the day of my flight, I spent the day in Glasgow with my parents grocery shopping, this included stocking up on enough onions to face an onion famine. We had lunch in a dingy Asian takeaway/restaurant because according to my dad they do the best food, I say average. Soon after, we headed to the airport, 4 hours prior to my flight as dad had to rush off to work. When we arrived at the airport car park, my mum, dad and wee sister pulled my suitcases along and I rushed on ahead as I knew my mum would start giving me lectures (i’ve already been told by my dad several times to not be ‘seduced’ by the Princes of Dubai (okay, he didn’t use the word seduce but you know what I mean). After each lecture I knew mum would start crying, so I just wanted to prevent Glasgow airport from getting flooded. I thought they would leave straight after dropping me off and that would mean it wouldn’t give my mum much time to cry (and I could enjoy a coffee and continue reading my book) but I was wrong. I sound like a horrible daughter, but I just didn’t want to put her through the traumatic experience of one of her chicks leaving the nest once again, at least not in public. They ended up staying at the airport for an hour and my mum tried to walk away three times, I repeat, THREE times, but every single time she came back and cried. Yes, my parents are very dramatic. Dad more so than mum, he was welling up long before mother, by that I mean DAYS beforehand. I’m only going to move to Dubai for a year, not a lifetime, parents! I dare not imagine what my wedding day will be like –a tsunami of tears from my mother, father and eldest sister as the younger one has a brick for a heart (haha, just kidding, I saw you waver for a second at the airport :P).
You will be glad to know, I did finally get to enjoy my CAPPUCCINO, at long last, after getting through two security checks. Whilst I was sipping on some coffee by the gate, I remember thinking I’ll get a whole 7 and a half hours of glorious sleep (this remained a mere thought as you will soon find out). Once the gates opened, I boarded the plane and rushed to my seat. I was assigned a window seat and I thought I would have the entire row (3 seats) to myself. 5 mins after I sat down an Indian guy came and placed himself right next to me and started speaking to me in English with his DELHI-WALI accent. Indian guy: “Hello, I am going to Delhi, is Dubai your final destination?”
Me: reluctantly “yes”. There goes my sleep.
The guy wasn’t a creep, just an overly nice freshie. I was sniffing away during the entire flight (full of the cold) and he would randomly place tissues on my lap and several times he got up to get me a glass of mango juice (without me asking). He came in handy in the end, especially as I was having trouble with the guy behind me, he wouldn’t let me recline my seat the tiniest bit without causing a furore so Delhi-Man told him to ‘let the poor lady relax as she is exhausted’. I told my sister all of this and she was blown away by his kindness and said I should’ve kept in touch (I’d like to think she was joking). The funny thing was this guy looked very much like Himesh Reshammiya, but with short hair and a 1000 gold chains around his neck..
Anyway, after the sleepless flight I went through passport control (looking like I was going to celebrate Day of the Dead). I was welcomed into Dubai by the most beautiful Arab gentleman, well he needed to take my photograph for my visa, but struggled because my eyes kept appearing red. This is because my pupils are abnormally dilated all the time (not because I fancied this man or because I have been taking drugs). We ended up having a lengthy conversation of 10 minutes and of course I was imagining what our babies would look like throughout.
I finally collected my luggage and struggled along with my suitcase (Delhi-Man came racing behind to bid me farewell). I went to find my ride (transfer), a little man was awaiting with a sign with my name on it. Bless him! I soon arrived at my accommodation where my flattie was awaiting with excitement.
Here are some pictures of my accommodation:
I am sorry for boring you with the minute details, but I know some of my family and friends will appreciate knowing these mundane bits of information and will feel comforted knowing I am safely here –without a strange plane disappearance and thankfully the flight path didn’t include crossing Ukrainian airspace. I’m yet to get a hold of some photographs hence why you will have to wait for deets about what I’ve been getting up to in Dubai (I’m not trying to create suspense, haha).
Bye for now!