Some things stay the same

Some things just don’t change at all. The discomfort of the Melbourne to Dubai leg of the trip. It’s just long and uncomfortable…..plain and simple. With this flight I’ve flown enough now this year to become a silver tier flyer with Emirates which gives you access to the business lounge at Dubai airport. Unfortunately I couldn’t get them to process my latest flight so I could nip in for a shower and a snooze so ended up slumming it on the floor during transit. While I was there I had some dirhams I had left over from Al Ain to change. I get to the front of the queue and there is a Middle Eastern guy behind me. An older Indian woman turns up with a couple of friends and wants to change some money also. She wants to go next and doesn’t quite get the queue notion. I feel this pressure from the left as she pushes up against me so she can get to the teller next. I hold my ground , the guy behind me moves slightly forward which gets the attention of the Indian woman who is now really applying the pressure trying to push me to the right so she can get in next. I’m holding my ground because I’ve handed over my dirhams and am waiting for my riyals. In the end my Middle Eastern friend lets rip and explains in a language neither I nor the Indian woman understands about how people queue. She gets it in the end and retreats to the back of the line and I get my money.
It’s just gone 4 in the morning…yep the time delay means you wake up at 3am for the first week as you get your body in sync. My man in the mosque is just starting his call. It’s a little later than when I left last time.