Had some dreadful jet lag last week, and never made the time to sit down and finish off the last leg of our journey. So I’ll do it in bits.
We had three flights back. First to Dubai.
We soon knew we were in Dubai. We were in 30 plus degrees C. It was still Ramadan.
We were all exhausted. It was good that one of the girls (who shall remain nameless) remembered quickly she had left her passport on the plane.
Cigarettes were in the adverts. First time I’ve noticed these. And France trying to ban smoking.
This guy drove us from our hotel. Fast. Really fast.
A few hours sleep. (Very few) and we were back in the air.