Dodgy in Dubai...
The drive to Manchester couldn't have been easier and as we were so early, there was no queue at the check in. We got there before a school sporting trip to Australia, phew. Wandered round the duty free, and settled on giraffe burgers and water, we know how to live.
The drive to Manchester couldn't have been easier and as we were so early, there was no queue at the check in. We got there before a school sporting trip to Australia, phew. Wandered round the duty free, and settled on giraffe burgers and water, we know how to live.
Flight uneventful, weird seeing our hostess in the Arab emirates gear, and talking with a strong scouse accent. Arriving in Dubai, off the plane and into a wall of heat (6.30 in the morning and 40 degrees) wow! We were all very dozy.
I was particularly amused in the queue for the toilets in Dubai airport. Typically there were only 3 cubicals for the ladies. One was a 'squatty potty', as we like to call them, and not that pleasant as people dont know how to use them properly, so it was being ignored by the ladies. BUT one of the cubicals was being occupied for a very long time, and the queue was getting longer and longer. So, much to our surprise, the woman in charge of the loos, started knocking on the door, shouting "hello lady, hurry hurry". The poor woman in there was probably too traumatised to come out after that!
Shuffled onto the plane, we were seated in the middle block of 4, and I was next to a spare seat - result! A small, very quiet woman took the seat. Unfortunately, she negotiated a swap so she could join her family, and I found my sellf sat next to a large Aussie bloke reading a book about pineapples. I was amused when I saw his movie choice was Snow White, and relieved when he didn't make a fuss when the hostie and I managed to spill a glass of water over him.
I was particularly amused in the queue for the toilets in Dubai airport. Typically there were only 3 cubicals for the ladies. One was a 'squatty potty', as we like to call them, and not that pleasant as people dont know how to use them properly, so it was being ignored by the ladies. BUT one of the cubicals was being occupied for a very long time, and the queue was getting longer and longer. So, much to our surprise, the woman in charge of the loos, started knocking on the door, shouting "hello lady, hurry hurry". The poor woman in there was probably too traumatised to come out after that!
Shuffled onto the plane, we were seated in the middle block of 4, and I was next to a spare seat - result! A small, very quiet woman took the seat. Unfortunately, she negotiated a swap so she could join her family, and I found my sellf sat next to a large Aussie bloke reading a book about pineapples. I was amused when I saw his movie choice was Snow White, and relieved when he didn't make a fuss when the hostie and I managed to spill a glass of water over him.
All in all, not a bad journey.
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