After 4 hours from Auckland to Sydney (I very nearly murdered a small child. For the record, if you are a parent and your child is screaming and kicking non stop for 4 hours…and you don’t try to stop him, you deserve to be ejected through the emergency door. The child kept screaming “WE’RE LANDING!!!!” and I said “yes we are – and if you don’t shut up you will be landing sooner than the rest of us!”), and a couple hours wait, I set out on a 14 hour flight to Dubai.
These pictures are of Dubai lit up at 5am & sunrise at the gate. Dubai airport is one of the most spectacular exhibits of water wastage I have ever seen. Can you funnel some of that money into a working wifi network? Even Auckland airport has better wifi than you & their’s is pretty terrible.
On a more positive note: giant geometrically pleasing curved windows.
I was still in shorts/t-shirt when I got off the plane and received some dubious looks (everyone else dressed like we were arriving into Antarctica Heathrow – which, seriously, it was not that cold. I did eventually pull on a jacket and changed into long pants but I had to de-jacket because it was fairly warm)
Something cool at Heathrow: random pianos were placed throughout the airport. So much approval. (wanted to go to the other terminals to have a look but at 35+ hours I was keen to sit the f* down and not watch my stupid luggage.)
Anecdote – my first conversation to a non-passenger went something like this:
Me: Good morning!
Customs Officer: It’s the afternoon. #deadpan
Me:…oh. Sorry. I’ve been flying for 27 hours I’m a bit confused.
Customs Officer: It’s alright. It’s only five past noon. I’ll let it go. #deadpan9000
There is an absence of pics between me walking down into the Underground and resurfacing because I was (a) trying not to add to my tourist image of tramping bag + suitcase by adding a dslr to the recipe and (b) been warned against doing anything beside watching my luggage like a hawk. So no pics. I just oggled the menswear (tailored, YES – and I don’t mean skinny jeans Sydney Hipsters), the cute houses, the accents and counted the stops until Kings Cross. Random note: everyone here walks at my speed! it’s fantastic.
The PA voice at the stations all sound vaguely JARVIS-ish which is fantastic and is surely calculated this way to brighten everyone’s day. I eavesdropped on an entirely moronic conversation between 3 guys on the topic of gaming devices – and I was not even a little bit bored. ACCENTS.
Anyway. If you even vaguely know me you’ll know how lost-prone I am in Sydney. So to everyone’s surprise (esp mine) I got to where I needed to without a hitch. Not a single wrong-turn was made. I was semi-manically grinning as I dragged my suitcase around in the rain.
I don’t think it’s really hit me that I’m in London yet – I fully expect/want the squee to start soon but for now all I want is to go to bed. Unfortunately I’m not allowed to until about 9pm – in order to work off my jetlag.Hence this verbose blog post. Future ones will hopefully have 20% the wordcount and ten times the amount of pictures.
for now, I’m off.