DUBAI AGAIN, THEN HOME
SO THE LAST DAY DAWNS................
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A last relax in the Beach Club and then time to get a cab back to Dubai Marina and have a farewell dinner with Milo before making our way to the B.A Business Lounge for the luxury of a flat bed back home to Blighty.
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You may recall that we changed our flights to come back a bit earlier, happily paid the £150 a head change fee, happily changed to the 02.15 red-eye flight home (from our original 10.30am take off), and were amazed and a bit incredulous to see we could upgrade from Premium Economy to flat bed Business for just an extra £140 each. The upgrade on the 10.30am flight was £1,400 each! I mention this purely to remind myself for our next trip. Look at the really early morning flights for the best deals!!!
55 days, a day short of 8 weeks, on the road, Almost 40 hours in the air, a 1,000 miles in a hire car, 13 different hotels, A total of 24,000 miles flown! Take that Greenpeace!!! 900 miles short of one complete circumference of the globe! See my carbon footprint and be amazed!!! See the hole in our bank account and look sad.
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CORRECTION: Sara just pointed out that if you add the driven miles in the car we exceeded the circumference of the world by 100 miles. Take that Greta!
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Once again, an amazing trip. Sara and I have been in each others company for 8 weeks, separated only by my maniacal insistence on 'breakfast being the best meal of the day', and Sara preferring to lie abed doom scrolling on her phone, while I consume vast plates of eggs, bacon and toast and Marmite. Fun Fact: I have singlehandedly gone through exactly 500 grams of the black stuff in 8 weeks. Half a kilo. That makes 3.25 kilograms a year I scoff. I've been eating it all my life, so around quarter of a ton of the stuff. No wonder I'm weird.
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Anyway, back to us. We have managed all that and NOT ONE CROSS WORD. Just pretty much non stop laughs, even when things were going a bit Pete Tong. We lost one pair of glasses the whole time away, and Sara beat the pants off me at SkipBo, a completely pointless card game that I do NOT recommend to anyone.
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And for the first time in our many trips Sara is NOT ready to go home. I am undecided. Normally we travel mid January to early March, arriving back to the start of Spring. This time we are arriving back to the depths of winter, which may explains lot. leaving bright sunshine, perfect temperatures, and white sands is a wrench.
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But homeward bound we are. Back to water shortages and freezing cold and wet conditions. But home!!!
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Normally when we get home we are delighted to hang up our hats and ease back into life on the estate. We don't even plan the next trip until the next Autumn. Sara is already planning so watch this space........
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STOP PRESS!! I THOUGHT IT WAS OVER...............
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So not over. We popped out for a final dinner with Milo, his choice, nice joint within walking distance. Excellent food, unlimited booze for £20 Sara (ladies night), £40 me (not a gentlemen's night, ever, it seems). To continue the evening I ordered a pud. Innocuous enough order, I guessed a chocolate bombe sort of thing. I was so wrong. I have been around the world - never seen this production...........​​
SO NOT BUSINESS CLASS PASSENGER CLASS, MORE THE HOI POLLOI CLASS,,,,
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A last, last, last game of SkipBo (come on, you are wanting to play, you know it). And I bloody lost again. On a trolley in departures, how humiliating!
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SO UNLESS WE CRASH....
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That really is then end of this years blog.
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If you read it, thank you, more fool you, hope it made you chuckle. It's just a reminder for us of what we di, to aid our memories as they years go by. And it keeps me amused.
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Brian and Sara
HOW DO THEY NOT GET SUED EVERY WEEK?.....
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Look at how much stuff splashed around! Imagine if that got on your Versace, your Gucci, in only just missed my Wranglers and could easily have hit my Sketchers. Nightmare!
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This was a total surprise and defied all logic. Sara's first response was to say thank God we'd sold The Roffen as trust me that would have been on the menu within a day of my return!!!
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Seriously? What were they thinking, how does that not cause stain/splash related issues?? Nobody (apart from me) was wearing clothes worth less than a grand. Madness!!!!!!
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But very, very funny.
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So off to the airport early to pig out in the BA Business Lounge, so early the check in was not even open.... So we played the hayed SkipBo game again, I lost AGAIN.
