NY > Dubai > Home

Above: My last proper NY meal. Pita brad with loads of meaty shit.

Above: Still confused. Did I misplace my HK photos in my NY album?

Above: So this is how it feels to be on stand-by. Like shit.

It was a very tense moment while waiting at the airport for our tickets to be confirmed for the flight to Dubai. I could only sit down at one corner of JFK International and pray that we can get on the flight. I didn't really want to leave NY yet but I didn't wanna go back to NY after traveling all the way to the airport with our luggages all packed and ready. Went to the toilet and walked back to the place where my parents were waiting and our prayers were answered, we are going home after all. Exhaustion overwhelmed me. The only relief came in the form of the Airbus A380 that we were going to board to Dubai. Basically a really huge, double decked plane with massive wings that you can literally fit a futsal court onto. Got on the flight and it's 12 hours of agonising sleeplessness, stress and air sickness. I was so tired that I suggested to my parents that we should stay over in Dubai for at least one night, since my sister was also free at the moment, they agreed.

Above: Airbus A380. Two bridges, one connecting to the upper deck and one to the lower. Brilliant, and I sound like a geek now.

Above: What huge wings you have Mr Plane.

    Reached Dubai at about 8 or 9pm Dubai time. Waited at the carousel for our luggage but it never showed up. Dad then checked the boarding pass and found out that they actually checked us right into a transit flight on the same day back to KL, which means that we will not be able to stay back in Dubai which got me really pissed.

Above: Hi Dubai....bye Dubai.

    Anyway, went for a dinner with my sister and then took some shots and headed to my sister's apartment to clean ourselves up. Rested for a while and went back to the airport. Another agonisingly slow 7 hour flight back to KL. Felt sick and uncomfortable throughout the whole journey. Finally reached KL and 2 hours later, home. Home Sweet Home! Phew...nono....PHEW!

    I really hate flights. I wouldn't wanna get back on another plane for the next 5 months at least. Plane flights are torture for me, they are as comfortable as being stabbed. For now, I need some good rest. Jet lagged and feeling unwell.