I boarded my plane back to South Africa knowing I had a layover in Dubai, which was totally fine by me…until I realized I must have been delirious when I booked my flight as I had a 16 hour wait at the airport?! WHAT?! Who does that?! I went straight to the ticket counter to find out if they could change my fight and give me an earlier connection…which they could…for $500! After deciding it was not worth it and that I would prefer to hang out the airport like a hobo for the full time I decided to do what I do best, have fun.
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| Dubai airport |
After walking around the airport numerous times, and greeting just about every security guard I saw (you never know when they might come in handy) I decided that I had had enough shopping and should maybe sit down for a while. While having one of my (now) favourite huge mug hot chocolate, I was asked by an elder man if he could join me at my table, figuring that we were in a public place (in the middle of the airport) I agreed. He ended up being a good source of conversation and a nice family orientated man. Although he did tell me he thought I looked like the princess from whatever country he was from…which was a little strange. Shortly after that his plane was ready to board, so he paid for our beverages and left. Cue the guys at the table behind me asking curiously as to how I knew that man…Was I his daughter? Or his young, sexy wife? (to which I just laughed) So after another (free) huge mug of coffee and a little more good conversation until their plane had to board.
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| The ridiculously HUGE mug of hot chocolate served at Dubai airport |
The airport has a few computers in the middle of the airport that were freely available for sending emails or checking your facebook. So I spent a few minutes (possibly hours) checking on everyone back home and updating a few things before the man next to started to talk to me. Then he told me he was from Nigeria (at this point I making sure I can see security guards and exit strategies…just in case) then he started telling me about his family in Japan (that is where he is/was based) and his family in Nigeria (girlfriend kids and all) and about his dad’s funeral (by now I am feeling in my bag to make sure I know where my taser is…) then he starts to show me pictures of his home town in Nigeria, his family, the funeral and the goat killing ritual (*puke*) and then the icing on the cake the last picture is of the airport with lots of people in the frame, but in the center…me. I said I had a plane to catch and didn’t want to be late apologized and walked as fast as possible away!
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| More of Dubai airport |
Then I passed by an Emirates lounge which serves dinner to passengers with a layover of more than 5 hours. SCORE! So I walked in there…and holy cow… longest, yummiest buffet ever! DOUBLE SCORE! I loaded up my plate and sat down to eat, and a Korean? Japanese? Man joined me at my table, not willing to talk to another creepy man I was seriously happy when I realized English was not going to be something we had in common, so our meal consisted of smiles and nodding of heads. Perfect.
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| Pretty walls at the airport (that I had LOTS of time to look at) |
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