Published: February 25th 2013February 24th 2013
crossing Deira Creek - 1 dirham please!
I made another trip "home" to my apartment in Dubai. It feels good to get out of Doha sometimes and this time, my fellow geologist accompanied me. But what a hassle of a weekend it was! I could only get a super late flight and then we wound up in holding pattern for almost an hour while landing Dubai, where our gianormous plane was offloaded via bus (UGH!). I had to wait for my coworker to go through customs, but used my time by getting some Duty Free wine. Then we had to wait in a line for a taxi. Seriously? Why so many people at 3:30 in the morning? We were able to get a ladies taxi to take us home and I swear the woman's eyes kept closing - I started to watch her just in case!
The next morning I got up and went to the store for some basics - Jamie and Addi went boogey boarding. I let my friend sleep in as he had been working non-stop all week after coming off a late flight from the US earlier. Then I met Melvin for brunch and McG's - oh we are three of three here:
No grill available! Yep, pretty sure they were full of sh*t. Still nice though. Jamie, Addi and Jeff wound up joining us and we had some guinness and fish and chips. Yummy!
Pretty easy night but the next day was hectic. I showed Jeff around the souks and I wound up buying a bunch of gifts to take home with me.... :) Then we met Samar at the VIP movie in Mall of the Emirates: Die Hard! Earlier we'd been fighting over who got to keep Bruce, but I let her have him - he is getting a little too old for me... The movie was ...ok. Samar liked it, mostly because of the eye candy I think. Then Jeff and I visited McG's again for a beer.
Unfortunately we were both extremely tired this week after working ridiculously hard on our big project - I seriously worked until about midnight every day this past week, with a couple of hours of break for food and rest. And we still have so much left to do...
Sunday I went into the Dubai office and saw everyone. I'd hoped to work more, but I rarely get to see
these people anymore, so I spent a lot of time catching up - socially and work wise. I was able to fly home that evening, but Jeff had to stay for work reasons. I sprawled out on a reclining chair while waiting for my flight and passed out! My flight was relatively smooth and then I got through customs super fast.
But the drive home.... I actually cried. Twice I think. They had opened up some of the new construction on Salwa Road but their signs need work - apparently I am unable to exit near my house as usual and had to exit about a mile before - I had no idea. So, I was able to successfully turn around at a few of the various roundabouts and headed back. Then the road to my neighborhood was blocked, completely blocked by some weird tent in the middle of this main street. Didn't look like a party - it was just sitting there empty, like someone was getting ready to move in. W.T.F. Yep, that's when I lost it. I took a picture and sat and cried for a minute. Haha! This place is just so weird... I just
wanted to go home. It took me almost three hours from the time my plane landed (with me on the first bus off and the 8th person in line for customs), through HORRIBLE traffic, signless diversions, and a block party without a party.
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