Stranded in Dubai

I am in Dubai – the blooming and briskly Dubai. But not so good for me this time, I am jailed temporarily within the four walls of Dubai Airport in the name of transit, en route to San Francisco. Ten hours of confinement is awful. And like as if this is not enough, earlier the flight from Kuala Lumpur kept me hovering for six terrible hours until I fled out from the Emirates flight in Dubai with wantings for space and comfort. I was received by the heat on my cheek; 32 degrees in Celcius if the pilot didn’t announce a lie.

I am not at all excited about this trip unlike my previous ones which I accepted with fervour. Probably I have had enough or probably I am turning into a sour-grape these days or age is just doing its work. But this is what I am feeling right now; maybe tomorrow I will be titillated by the tickles of an American summer holiday. Never know.

Good thing, Emirates was bitchin’ except for its stewardesses in turbans. They removed their red turban-like-hats anyway when the plane flown a distance, to serve the passengers meals and whatsoever. I just couldn’t understand why they wore it in the first place. The menu was a dope: spicy chicken pieces served with carrots, broccoli and steamed rice, apricot chocolate cake, cheese and biscuits, chicken breast on soft roll and mini pita with marinated grilled vegetables, tiramisu mousse. And I was a drag when I bugged the stewardesses for instant noodles during their rest time (if they allowed to have some) and in many occasions for hot chocolate drinks which I became addicted to.

I am here sucking up the airport electricity to charge my laptop while writing this entry cross-legged on the marbled floor polished to shine. The Azan is resounding now loud from the speakers, calling the Muslims for prayer. On my left a couple in their deep sleep, one cuddled up with another. On my right a Persian girl, peeping on my screen every now and then. Is she CSI or something? I am waiting for my next flight, to San Francisco and I hate doing this. I can complain thousand and one thing about this journey: long queues in the airport toilets, the poor internet connections, the long transit, the weird smell that the Emirates flight had, etcetera etcetera.

The boarding gate is now open. I got to go.