Holding in the lounge

Off the ship, through picking up passport and onto the bus after collecting luggage. 

Spent about three hours seeing Dubai.  There has been an amazing amount of construction since the last time I was here, but most things haven’t changed.  Almost 85% of the population consists of guest workers and ex-pats.  They work, pay taxes, can’t buy property and normally have to leave around age 65 since government pensions/support don’t go to non-citizens. 

The buildings are sand coloured or shine with glass. Trim and arches are what most of us think of as either Moorish or Arabic in style.  The Atlantis Hotel here is similar to that in Nassau. The malls are huge, shiny and full of both high end and normal chains. Think M&S rubbing elbows with Fendi and sprinkled with religious textile/tailor shops.

Since finishing the tour have been hanging out at the airport waiting on that three hour prior mark to check in and exit through passport control and security to search for the gate in yet another shopping area.  This one comes complete with palm trees (live) and stores handling everything from clothing to household electronics.  Think ovens, microwaves, washers and freezers. 

Found the lounge, wifi, food and water.  Now just another wait till my flight takes off.

Did I mention that is about 0230?

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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