The return- Dubai, then home

Indifference. I am staring tiredly out of my transfer bus window. A parking lot attendant, dressed in his long white gown, freshly starched and ironed creaseless, daydreaming and awaiting his first customers. His airconditioning unit dripping like a half closed tap. The day begins in 37 degree heat before the sun even rises onto a dusty terrain, filling all non aircon space that lacks the luxury of shade. There is a sickly yellow brown tinge to the air.

The long term carpark is filled with 4wheeldrives and limousines. This is Lexus Country. Yet here, surprisingly few cars are covered in dust. Long term customers are easily identified.

In this heat haze thirst must run deep.

My life continues in another zone and we spare little thought about the other.

What else? Traffic. Much more congestion at the airport and the police is taking the vocal approach, momentarily interrupted by shrill whistles and then there is a space. Then there is me, pushing through. 40 degrees and there I am carrying that fur coat, stepping out of the heat into the gates of aircon salvation.

Too many checks. It seems like a dance. A routine. Shoes off, Camera. Coat, Handbag, Cabinbag.

Step through please … slowly…

" ...it’s just that metal zipper".

"May I check your waistline…" (...and what exactely is she thinking?????)

"sure!"

"Thank you mam."

I guess doing the stepthrough is really the only exercise one gets around here.


Bhangkok. Still no go on the DaGirlz' Michael Kors Front. I imagined her happy face when I hunted it down systematically. Every perfumerie I came across on this journey resulted in a non-negotiable 'sorry, mam, we don't have it'.

I've been so close. In Dubai I held it in my hot little hand, but the system did not cope with my lack of PIN. There you go. I told him his system sucks. It’s not fair. They just wanted me to pay forinth and that was a rip off. There is always eBay!

Well there we are waiting. We are getting good at it…and at attempting to subvert the line up… the closer we get the better we get at it. At least I don't have to hunt down a seat.

Another seven hours and I’ll be back. Tell stories. Make the drive home. Had an hour of sleep last leg. That helped. Thank goodness my fellow traveller was not as excited as the last one. He wanted to do one thing and that was get his shut-eye. Made live much easier. Even got a couple sodukos done. I love that I have another time waster.

Sydney is the only hope for Michael.
Live's got to be good when that's your only worry.


There is always hope…