So hours go by, slowly and unstoppably. Twelve days to go. I want to say it is going to be both a very long period and a tiny chip of time. But it is not. I feel like I am leaving tomorrow, that I will be gone for a while before I realise what is happening.
I think I have fulfilled all the administrative tasks requested before my departure. I was still waiting to receive my plane tickets and details on my journey and arrival.
I just received them.
I was expecting a smooth trip, Paris-Johannesburg, around seven (7) hours of high flying. I was wrong. I got a ticket Paris-Dubai-Johannesburg, eighteen and a half (18h30) hours of journey. Oh Boy! I’ll be getting there on Friday afternoon, so I guess I will have all weekend to get organised, and hopefully socialise.
As the very conscientious digital writer that I am, I had to check the actual direct flight time lengths. I was wrong. Count more than ten (10) hours to go down to the south of southern Africa.
So what am I saying?
I am under-prepared. But that is not necessarily something to fear.
A Stop in Dubai!!!
Don’t forget, have no regret, and enjoy all the moments of your stay there man!