Thursday, 7 March 2013

Leg 2 - Finally got out of Dubai

I'm writing this from memory so I might just forget the odd thing

So me gets on the plane eventually after attempting to sleep at the airport. Because this wasn't my allocated flight they chose my seat for me. I was stuck in the arse if the plane in the middle seat of the left section. I was in between a doctor and a scouse woman.
My intention was to sleep through the whole bastard 14 hour flight. But I couldn't because my seat was broken. It wouldn't lean back. Evetytime I tried to sleep it felt like I was leaning forward. They had no extra seats because the earlier flight from Manchester was delayed too and had over flow from that. Emirates can expect a letter with the odd choice words.

So with my inability to sleep I watched The Dark Knight Rises.... 3 times. Damn that film is good.

I think i did get some sleep. Until the dreaded "if there is a doctor on board announcement..." because the guy who had the window seat actually was a doctor and bloody woke me up.

Oh the landing was fun. The pilot kept free falling! When we did land we had to wait for the ambulance service yo come and get the guy!

Now I can say "FINALLY THE GUS HAS COME TO SYDNEY!"

Sunday, 3 March 2013

I hate Dubai

Why do I hate Dubai I hear you cry?! Alright only Christina!

The last entry ended with my watching Dredd. Bloody rubbish it was.
Anyway. Since we were delayed by 50 minutes, we landed late. We got here on time but the pilot had to circle before he was allowed down.

When we eventually did land, we landed about 80 minutes late at 0145. This meant that my next flight buggered off with out me and I had to take another one at 0930. There was about 15 people all here all pretty pissed off that we had to wait. All we got was a pissing food voucher. Emirates, expect a arsey e-mail and follow up letter! Not even a offer of a hotel. All I got was a tandoori chicken wrap thing.

It's now 0658 and I've been sat here since about 0230 local time. To use the mains I ripped up a floor panel to get to a plug socket for some shitty PlayStation arcade machine. Had a couple of a hours nap until I was RUDELY woken by the bloody call to prayer. The less I say about the better else I'll start an international war.

Oh also, I went for a dump before and these guys over fill their toilet bowls!! Do they not knowabout splash back?!

I'm sat here with my hood on. I feel like a scally. I need a shower. The suns coming up and pissing me off because it's shining directly in my eyes.

Gah I need a walk.

Later Marks.

Saturday, 2 March 2013

Leg 1

At 0726 The Gus woke up early with pure excitement. Not only excitement but I needed to drop my arse because the KFC from the night before screwed me over.

At 0900 after movements and thinking about the day ahead, The Gus got out of bed, showered and ate breakfast. Coffee, black with one sugar,  and two cheese and ham toasties. At the same time I was shouting "WE THE PEOPLE"  along with Jack Swagger.

I spent too long watching that. It was now 1100. The Gus' sister was texting and saying, and I quote "Get yo ass in gear". So The Gus then decides to get going. Throws everything into Barney. This could possibly be the last time he drives Barney.

Drives home to say goodbye to mother. God knows why I'm referring to myself as The Gus. I'll stop.

Me, my dad and sister arrive at the airport. I get my shit and say goodbye with yet another reminder to get a kangaroo.

Check in with no problems. Served by a scouser at Manchester airport. Makes sense. Not.

Like a true idiot of leave my liquids bag in my suitcase. And I carry no change. So I had to use the cash machine to draw out at a twenty because it didn't give out 10s. Then, I had to use the change machine to get a pound coin. Now I'm walking around like a jabroni with £19 in pound coins.  Anyway, then it was security. Looking forward to using the full body scanner, not one on sight. Are you serious bro?! Walk through the scanner and then get groped! Yes groped by a short 50 year old bald man! Yak. And he made me take my trainers off. Should have worn the black and yellows. Easy to slip on.

Then I go to duty free. Some cheese tells me that I'll have to get it from Dubai. Something to do with Aussies not allowing liquid from the UK. Racists. So I go to lounge. It's 1300 gmt. Loot at the board. Delayed by 55 minutes. Ugh.

So I sit down and watch this freshie family trying to control their 18 month year old kid. Failing miserably.  Entertaining though. So I waste time whatsapping people. Making racist remarks. Then the gate opens. I get through no problems and sit down. Some guy notices I have a Galaxy S3 and decides I have to give him a lesson in to using his phone. 

Then as we're walking to the plane get decides he wants a Apple v Android chat. Ugh. Do I have nerd written on my head? Good thing he's not near me. At this time the guy is going mental because no one is following his instructions.

As I'm walking down the fuselage, I take out a woman with my back pack! I sit down. We take off. Eventually.  An app tells me we were doing about 180mph on the runway apparently. Oh I'm sat next to a freshie and a really fat person. Mine and the freshies screen doesn't work. He's getting into a tizz. Tells the air stewardess as she's doing pre flight checks.

So we take off. Screens get reset. And I watch Looper. What a fucked up film! I've already had 3 cans of Heineken. Then cones dinner. Surprisingly nice. Watching Dredd.

Now we've caught up with now. It's 1900. I started this post off while queuing to take a leak. The films been paused at 38:18 for ages. I've since sat down.

I'm going to now watch the rest of the film. The pilot better but his foot down because at this rate I'm going go to have 24 minutes to make my connection!

This will be published once I've landed so I can say FINALLY, THE GUS HAS COME BACK TO DUBAI!