Abu Dhabi Do Nothing

Travelling is such a pain these days. They put you through security checks when you leave, and then again when you land, even if you're a transit passenger.

I have no idea how I am supposed to be able to swap identities or pick up weapons while in flight, but who knows? Maybe there are sky-pirates cruising at 35,000 feet, boarding jets and infiltrating entire crews of bloodthirsty cut-throats, and only the armies of ground-based security staff making travellers put their belts and shoes through X-ray scanners lies between the public and chaos.

Anyhow...

Abu Dhabi International is a nice clean airport, and I'm happier now that I've had a cappuccino and a seat in the transit lounge. Beats the forty minutes we had to spend standing in a hallway waiting for the gate lounge to open. I don't know, maybe they had to keep it closed until it had been cleared of sky-pirates.

I hate those guys.

The flight was fine, apart from two hours of turbulence after take-off. And at every meal. And during snacks.

Sleep is always good when flying. I managed about six hours between Sydney and Abu Dhabi. Clearly not enough sleep to keep me from being grumpy and moaning. Imagine how much I'd be grizzling without the sleep I had.

It's still another hour until the leg to London. Plenty of time to read my free copy of the China Daily, which I confess isn't the first masthead I expected to see in the UAE.

But it's free.

 

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