From where I’m sitting on the floor by gate 126 at Dubai International Airport I’m pretty sure I’m the only swede within at least a mile radius, and the only women I can see are middleaged and accompanied by at least 5 children (where are all the hip, young backpackers anyway?). Hello and welcome to the minorityzone! What sets me apart the most from everyone else though is that seems like my copassengers are so accustomed to long-haul flights, while I have no clue what I am doing here (even the kids to the middleaged women seem at home here). Half an hour ago I attempted the famous DXB duty-free shopping, and when a really pretty, wholesome (I look like a trainwreck by the way) saleswoman came up to me to aid me in my quest for the perfect perfume (Versace Versus FTW!) I could hardly get a normal sentence out of my mouth because I became so nervous. Embarrassing! I’ll be going through my gate soon and embark on the last part of my flight, but this whole thing feels so strange that I can’t believe that it is for real.
Ah well, all I can do now is crank up the Toto and pretend that this whole thing isn’t happening.
Perfekt nu får jag dina inlägg direkt på min mail. Det ska bli så spännande at följa ditt äventyr. Kram Marie