Planes are so much the same, world over. There's a percentage of Earth's population living in the air, or in airport lounges, at any given time. Sue, my travel companion, and I have been in transit for an indeterminate time, which counts as Limbo, and bears no relation to Real Life. This is especially true of the Dubai Airport, where we boarded a plane for Glasgow twice, but different planes, several hours apart. Engine Trouble. Two meal vouchers later we are underway again. The Emirates service does not rival Tiger Airways, neither in efficiency nor good cheer. The back of seat entertainment screens only half work, which is why I'm subjecting you to this long post, instead of catching up on current movies!
The size of Dubai airport is best described by the 15 minute bus ride it took between disembarking and reaching the Terminal. Frustratingly all that was visible was more runways and construction- presumably of more terminals. There was no look-out at the terminal to allow a view of the surrounds or the city; rather it was inwards focused with the usual luxury goods shops and Souvenior shops with fluffy camels replacing fluffy koalas. On take-off, the view was obscured by a thick haze, which I suspect is perennial. Interestingly for such an international hub, getting the "free 30 minutes" wireless internet to work proved difficult. Neither were there any Internet kiosks. Asking at Information led us up several floors, along a deserted corridor, into a closed-door "Business Centre", where a young suited man led us to a deserted adjoining room with a few computers, where for a fee, we were able to send an email to out Scots B&B to prepare the Landlady for our delay. Most peculiar.
It seems ridiculous that we may be sleeping near Loch Lomond tonight, but that is the current plan.... Fortunately we have lost a few passengers and have a row of seats each to stretch out on:)
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