I am, as Eddie Vedder once sang, still alive. Right now, I'm not a little dazzled and I haven't even eaten my free transit meal. I thought my vision of the metaphor of the marketplace had been sufficiently tweaked by the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul. It's 2 in the morning in Dubai and this enormous airport is open for business. The shops are thronging with jetlagged customers from all over the world and faux stars are twinkling from faux windows high up above my head. I'd be willing to wager a liver I'll find a bottle of Tanqueray Malacca gin somewhere! Who knows what a smashed body clock and a working day's worth of neon transit will do to my peppiness? Right now, everything that appeals to me about airports is abundantly available in Dubai International. Weird impermanent limbo, bright lights, an out of state intersection, forty flavours of distortion! Hooray! Travel via Dubai today! Or tomorrow...And whilst I'm making broad and premature claims, I'm thinking that Emirates might be the best airline I've ever flown with, and not just because I watched The Philadelphia Story on the flight. The plane? She was yar.
Once more, Hooray!
Total time spent tottering and teetering through transit: 8:45
1 comment:
Hepburn movies in mid air? Sounds more than wonderful. Perhaps we should take over the olde concorde fleets and try and bring back the glamour to air travel... or just fly Emirates.
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