To follow on from the Brunai transit.
31.07.2011 - 02.08.2011 23 °C
The goal was to stay awake between Brunai and Dubai, but it is easier to fall asleep than stay awake! You can guess what I managed to do. The films had changed and I was unable to finish the 'Red Riding Hood' film, you never know it MAY be showing on the Brunai/Melbourne leg on the way back. However it's a new month so maybe the entertainment will have been updated.
Dubai was 'interesting'. We had to leave the plane so they could refuel and had about an hour on the group. We were taken off the plane, up an escalator, and walked from one end of the terminal to the other - about 20 minutes. Through the scanner, down an escalator, back through the terminal to where we had got off the plane. Wait for 10 minutes then reboard See anything wrong with this? What a waste of time. Time that could have been spent 'shopping', & I needed a camera. I knew what I wanted and how much I wanted to pay. Even Duty Free at Dubai were more expensive than on line, and did nt want to negotiate. I looked at a cheapie that was water proof for the Canary Islands, but that turned out almost as expensive as the one I really want. Guess who is buying a camera on line when I get back to Oz.
Of course I wanted to sleep from Dubai to Heathrow. I took my contacts out, wore the noise cancelling headphones (which are to die for on a long plane trip), didn't drink the coffee etc. I did all I could to get to sleep, and saw every 1/2 hour for all 7 hours! The last 3 hours were shocking. I'd been sitting down for more hours than is good for you, the bosy was stiff and I just could not get comfortable.
the last 30 minutes was spent trying to look out of the window with no contacts in - effectivly blind, I saw lots of light and dark rows of something, that I think were rows of houses and roads, but I really have no idea.
Finally we landed. I found a loo, and behold I could see again!! Immigration was a line of expressionless automatons blankly looking at expressionless photo's confirming that the expressionless person standing infront of them looked like who they said they were. There was a brief delay waiting for my luggage, and then a casual walk though custome. Hoping that I was not going to have to explain the strapless bra and bikini I was bringing over for Olivia.
Finally out of the terminal, it's been a long time since I have seen such a grubby, gloomy place, nothing at all like the bright open that visitors to Melbourne receive. Sorry guys to live in the UK, but it is not a good look. A quick scan left and right to see if Alex was there - no. A slower scan and there was a hand waving at me - Alex. She (and Olivia) looked like to classic picture of the backpacker, young, beautiful, shorts, bronzed with a big pack on their back leaning slightly forwards. Off to the curtosy bus for a trip to the car compound that seemed to take forever. We completed the paperwork for the car, including the overseas paperwork, vehicle inspection, prepaying for a tank of fuel, and arranging the drop off in Bristol. Then we were off. Fortunatly driving on the left. To Europe via Eurotunnel.