Whenever I am finally through immigration and customs and in the waiting area (above Brisbane airport) I always have a sense of anticipation. Something is going to happen. I am going somewhere but not far beneath the surface is a fear which although well hidden doesn’t take much to come out. I flew once from Las Vegas to Los Angeles and soon after takeoff we were informed that we would be crash landing in LA. Our front wheel was not going to be able to be put down and rather than risk putting the other wheels down and digging the nose into the tarmac and flipping us over, they were going to do a belly landing. We would land on a runway far from the terminal and be met with all emergency services ready to put out fires and anything else that might eventuate. From the moment of that announcement the plane went silent. Hands were squeezed tight but not one person uttered a sound. We went into crash position before landing and the pilot did a superb job putting the plane down. As we came to a halt the firebrigade doused the plane with foam and a spontaneous cheer went up from everyone inside the plane. We’d landed without anyone being injured? Before we were taken off the plane they asked that anyone that had been injured to remain in their seats. I was surprised at how many did. Me I was just glad to be off alive.
Dawn heralded that Dubai was getting close.
Our flight from Brisbane to Dubai left at 1025 pm Australian time and arrived in Dubai 14.35 hours later. Twenty two hours without sleep. The plane was not full so having found a set of three seats with no-one in them I gave up my seat to Roger giving him the ability to stretch out on those three whilst I had plans to stretch out on the others. My plan was foiled when I discovered that the seats I had chosen didn’t allow the arm rests to be lifted and I could stretch out frontwards by not sideways. I’ve never been able to sit to sleep so I returned only to find Roger asleep so I let him be.
He said when he woke up that he hadn’t had much sleep and he needs sleep more than I do.
I caught up on a few movies until we started our descent when the scenery below took my interest.
The patterns of Dubai always have me fascinated.
Sand and ? roads make for wonderful patterns.
I dream about what it would be like to live surrounded by dessert. What the sandstorms would be like and how much dusting and sweeping housewives must have to do.
I watched a car enter the patch of road that is obliterated by sand. I saw it enter and did not see it again until it came out the other side.
And finally we have landed. We only had an hour between our landing and our flight to Cairo. Dubai airport is like a city in itself with shops, prayer areas, gyms, lounges, bars, smoking areas and free wifi. All we had time to do was walk from one gate to another, arriving with only five minutes to spare.