I’m sitting in the Emirates Terminal 3 at the Costa Café with the world’s largest coffee (cost 23 dirham; have absolutely no idea of the exchange rate so could also be the world’s most expensive). Am actually feeling quite exhausted as this terminal is so big and I’ve been walking for at least 20 minutes to find my connecting departure lounge. Its 6am in the morning and every duty free shop, coffee shop and restaurant is teeming with people. I’d like to see outside as I could be on a space station for all I know. I’ve got a window seat flying out so more of a view then, hopefully.
I go up to the top floor of Terminal 3 where there is a sort of day-hotel lobby/Qantas Club that is open to all – marble everywhere, comfy cushions and power points to plug in your laptop and keep in touch. There are 2 free networks to connect to. I sit next to an English guy who comes back with a heaped plate of food and a grin from ear to ear.
I managed 3 hours sleep or thereabouts on the 11 hour Perth-Dubai leg thanks to sleeping tablet. Absolutely hassle-free travel and good service (all female flight attendant crew, not making any point here, but surprising). Via the in-flight entertainment system Emirates has this neat option of viewing the forward or underneath plane cameras so you can watch the landing approach. I try this for a while but the horizon veers so much I feel a bit wobbly.
It’s sinking in that I’m actually going to Rome, and all the work hassles that have dominated my life for the last year are slipping away. I’ve got great expectations that this trip will help restore some balance, and I realise that I’m extremely lucky to be supported by my nearest and dearest in this.
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