I've been in Dubai for a few days. I did a whistlestop visit with ganching who, as usual, gave me her beautiful, comfortable bed with a red quilt I covet and a view of the tree tops. I had to be up at 5.30 for the taxi, who was late (he told me because his toddler hid his car keys) and then I got delayed at security and then I had to get to another terminal with the result that I had to hoof it pretty fast to the flight from London to Paris. I managed to twist my knee in the process and ended up limping on board (but was on board). The connection in Paris was long and complicated but I was still in plenty of time. There was an emirati family trying to get into the lounge but the receptionist was being very picky on their status and saying only 3 of the 4 could go in so I paid it forward and said the other person could come in as my guest. I was rewarded with an upgrade to business at the gate so was able to put my leg up. I watched the 33 and cried through the whole thing even though I knew the ending as I remember obsessively watching the news reel of the miners coming up in the rescue capsule. I also watched Trumbo which was great but I felt like the cigarette smoke was seeping out the screen.
Here is Dubai, I spent Thursday in the office but took the arabic weekend and did a trip to the desert on Friday. It was surprisingly enjoyable right down to the hokey camel ride and the henna tattoo. I did have about a pound of sand in the shoes when I got back.
Now I have 5 days of heavy lifting ahead - albeit from the comfort of the world's tallest hotel.