Hit the Road Jack...
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Well, this way D-Day...departure day.
It was all supposed to go so smoothly...but I slept in, the rest of the packing had to be done in a rush, Mum was irate because she had to go to M&S to pick up some essentials for me and halfway to the airport I realised I hadn't bought the assortment of Scottish knick-knacks our boss in China suggested we took with us to give as prizes to the kids we were teaching and our home stay family in Jimo. Whoops...
After racking our brains and realising we couldn't detour in the centre of
But making what seemed the long walk up the ramp to departures I was nearly in tears. After a final wave over the shoulder I was through passport control and security, into Duty Free (ah,
I'd been on the same flight with the 'rents just a month before when we went to the Maldives and Dubai for a 'well done on getting your degree' holiday, but this time I was on my lonesome, most certainly not flying business class (the perks of travelling with your mum and dad - and the company we were going to be working for were only giving us a $750US flight allowance each, and we only got half of that when we arrived, and half when we finished the course) and somewhat apprehensive about what I was going to.
Anyway, flight left on time, and after seven and a half hours, two movies and an OK in-flight meal later, I arrived in
Unfortunately, I wasn't stopping, only a layover for three hours before the Emirates flight to