Naughty boys, naughty girls, silver linings and drinking cheap wine

To every bottle there is a bottom. To every holiday there is an end. And to every cloud there is a silver lining!

It really doesn’t seem so long ago I was posting about my first few holiday days and now here I am nearing the end of what I’d call the most awesome summer vacation I have had in years! And I promise you it’s got absolutely nothing (or at least very little) to do with the amount of alcohol that has been consumed throughout.

I watched amazing sunsets and wonderful moonrises. I watched my dad whip his non-existent hair back and front to ACDC and nearly take his shirt off to Joe Cocker. I’ve watched my baby brothers beat the sh*t outta guys twice their age with spears- online. I’ve rekindled old friendships and sparked some new ones. I’ve drunk wine on offer and beer on draft and more wine and more beer until it was time to stop. I then drank some more. I’ve rolled on the floor laughing until my tummy hurt. I skated. I rode a bike. I fell off a longboard and got back on it and fell off again. I nearly got a tattoo but then got a piercing instead. I ate cheese and chocolate and all kinds of carbs and it felt damn good! I went on a movie-date…  and the guy I went with drove a BMW. And that guy was my younger brother but who cares anyway- we had fun and that’s what counts. I shopped way too much… even after I told myself it was enough and that bag that I promised myself to bring back empty is now bursting with summer dresses I just HAD to have. I went to bed every night with a grin on my face and woke up smiling again.

Ma sistah and I

Ma sistah and I

Bru-bru

Bru-bru

Cycling with Daddy

Cycling with Daddy

We only drink occasionally... however the occasions are frequent

We only drink occasionally… however the occasions are frequent

3G pic

3G pic

We pout - do you ?

We pout – do you ?

my summer lovin'

my summer lovin’

yet another occasion to drink arose

yet another occasion to drink arose

my Daddy is bringing sexy back

my Daddy is bringing sexy back

my hometown

my hometown

Globe trotting is fun and it sometimes makes you forget your roots and gives you that careless feeling that “home” is anywhere you get to charge your Iphone. Then-sometimes- it feels great to come back to a place that you can actually call “home” -but not because your driving licence says so… because your heart knows so.

I have fallen in love. With being on holiday. With summer. With being Czech. With beer. With having to reply countless times to ” So tell me what’s the bestEST place you have been to so far?!”. I will be going back to my “at-the-moment-home” Dubai with butterflies in my stomach caused by all the falling-in-love I have been doing in the last two weeks. I hope this love affair will survive long distance.

I’m currently sat in some kind of a hipster hang out cafe in Prague waiting for the last reunion of this fantastic holiday- I’m meeting my gorgeous unimate turned flatmate turned best friend Rena. Not even an hour ago I bid farewell to my lovely sister who is now headed back to our hometown to celebrate yet another birthday, which I will-sadly- have to give a miss. I resisted the notion of rebooking my ticket and jumping into the car with her… As tempting as the idea sounded in just two days there will a Boeing full of passengers bound for Frankfurt eagerly waiting for my best-in-fligt service.

So long my dear readers I’ll be back soon

Lots of love

x

G.

Now That’s What I Call Big News !

Yesterday out of sheer vain I tweeted saying my blog was 1 follower short of 100. And this morning I woke up to the following alert :IMG_3201

Wow- that’s really B.I.G.! I managed to reach the one-o-o before I stepped over the much feared milestone of three-o. Big shout out to everyone who is following – you are a part of something great and beautiful !

Thank you x

G.

 

Feeling the Love

So – I’m currently east-bound rushing thru the rural parts of the Czech Republic on the Speed train I was raving about last time I came here. I spent the last two days having the time of my life in Prague with my beloved lil sister and my cousins.

I landed on Monday afternoon after what seemed like a century- I have taken off the night before from Accra,Ghana which has been my last operational flight before my leave, then landed in Dubai after a very busy 8-hour long duty had literally hour and a half to get changed from my uniform, make my way to the Departure Hall, check in my bag and run up to the right gate and catch my flight to Prague. I was so exhausted I fell asleep the moment we took off and only woke up when the seat belt sign came on to announce the start of our descent.

Before I knew it I was sat on my sister’s balcony with a cold beer in my hand enjoying a lovely sunny afternoon. Life was/is a bliss! Some crazy stuff happened that day including a random visit to a tattoo-piercing parlour and meeting some long lost friends. Later in the evening we were joined by my little cousin Babsi who happened to be in Prague too… and things turned blurry at that point. I seem to recall a moment when all of us tried to pronounce the word “otorhinolaryngology” which I somehow did manage to say in English however failed spectaculary trying in Czech (I think it may be because the word is one syllable longer in Czech than in English).

Thanks to the jetlag I woke up nice and early the next morning and went straight to the train station to pick up another cousin of mine- Ondra and his girlfriend- who came to Prague to see me. I took them around the city as I always used do with all my friends when I used to live here. I haven’t actually done the tour of Prague in a couple of years and since it was a very hot summery day I loved every minute of it. We walked all day stopping for the occasional coffee, beer and some traditional Bohemian snacks.

We waited for my sis to finish work and headed straight to the pub for some grub and more beers. When we eventually found our way back home the night was starting to turn into an early morning…  My jetlag kicked in again and I was wide awake at 4 am – just a couple of hours after I went to bed. Looks like all that sleep I was planning for this holiday ain’t gonna happen.

As I mentioned I’m now headed to see the rest of my large family that lives outside of Prague. I have so much to look forward to in the next week or so- as much as I adore my life and job in Dubs it does feel incredibly amazing to be back in Czech surrounded by people I love so dearly and who love me back!

Here is a list of essential to-dos when in Prague for 48-hours or less:

Have a beer and some typical Bohemian food such as pickled cheese

Have a beer and some typical Bohemian food such as pickled cheese

Have some more beer ... c'mon you know you want to
Have some more beer … c’mon you know you want to

Have a coffee - preferably at Cafe Kubista which is one of my favourite places of all times...

Have a coffee – preferably at Cafe Kubista which is one of my favourite places of all times…

Get sweetly lost in the amazing streets of the Old Town

Get sweetly lost in the amazing streets of the Old Town

Fall in love with the castle, the bridge, the Small quater... or even a girl

Fall in love with the castle, the bridge, the Small quater… or even a girl

Find a park. Have a walk

Find a park. Have a walk

Lunch or dine in Cafe Louvre. You will never forget

Lunch or dine in Cafe Louvre. You will never forget

Speak your mind -Czechs love that

Speak your mind -Czechs love that

Have some fun x

Have some fun x

Call me a Post-Grad

The last week or so has been an absolute whirlwind- since having posted about my recent Malta and Zurich trips I had quite literally no time to spare -not even to check on my little baby-blog.

So what has been going on that kept me so busy are you wondering??!

Well- first of all – I have graduated. As of a few days ago I’m no longer my airline’s  Ab-initio. I’m now a fully qualified employee. Gone are the days of wearing red t-shirts to the college. Gone are the days of batting my eyelashes and making up an excuse for my lack of knowledge. No-no I have been flying on either real or not-so-real planes for over 6 months now and am starting to meet colleagues on board that are much more junior than I.

Having passed my probation means I can start choosing the flights I wanna do and get rid of those that might not be my favourite ones. It also means I can start travelling my own out of the UAE on my days off. And most importantly of course – I can make a full use of the discounted tickets that are now to my avail. That pretty much sums up why I was so eager for the Big day to come. What I wasn’t expecting at all was how nice the actual Graduation day was going to turn out.

It was the first day of Ramadan and we had to get up real early (well- there isn’t really such thing as “real early” in our line of job), get ready and meet up in full uniform to sign in for the ground duty. It was quite emotional seeing everyone from my batch again – we have shared so much in last couple of months and the Graduation day definitely marks an end of an era for all of us. The day has started off with all of us telling flying stories and evaluating the overall experience. We have met couple of important people from the company and the day has slowly progressed towards the main event – the Graduation ceremony.

Each one of us has received a certificate and a hand-shake from our Manager. We have watched a video that was made about our batch, listened to what our customers on board had to say about us and took thousands-possibly even millions- of pictures. Then we had a cake and a cuppa tea and went home to get ready for the not-s0-official graduation of our own that has taken place later that evening in various venues across Dubai.

We are big girls now...

We are big (fly) girls now…

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2194

x

G.

Catching on and catching up

Gosh – how many layovers has it been since I last posted about one? Far too many I fear… I’m so very sorry, my dear readers, I just got so distracted by pre-Ramadan partying, growing my hair longer, cutting my workouts shorter and generally lazying around.

The last trip I posted about- to Singapore- seemed to have closed my asian chapter for a while since from then on I have been in and out of Europe like there was no stopping me. I had very mixed feelings about my Dubai-European pending. I spent my whole life living and travelling around Europe- the very last reason why I moved to the Middle East was to go back there every other day.

It was however- as I had to admit to myself eventually- very nice. Landing on familiar grounds, breathing in the fresh continental air with near to no humidity, being able to speak the language and knowing exactly what it was I was eating.

There is not much I can write about my German trips- apart from being easy, short and relaxing there were also dull and not very blogger-friendly. I either ended up spending hours chilling around the hotel facilities making friends with the crews from all around the world or stocking up on delicious goodies such Ritter Chocolates, sausages, cheese and pretzels. I was totally at peace with the fact that my IPhone camera wasn’t getting used every 20 sec and the only thing eating up my battery was the non-stop listening to all the good music I have downloaded recently…

…and then I went to Zurich and absolutely l.o.v.e.d. it! I mean everything – I loved everything about Zurich. The little cobbled Strassen of the old town, the massive Zurichsee with swans in the middle of the city, the cool cafes, the rent-free bikes that were available everywhere. Zurich is the ultimate romantic-weekend-break destination. One day – when the man of my dreams finally finds me and climbs up The Great Wall of China without a single word of complain with me(I decided that’s the way I’m gonna know he is Mr. Right)- I will make sure to come to back to Zurich with Him.

Cycling around the Zurichsee

Cycling around the Zurichsee

So beautifully European

So beautifully European

Well Hello Tomorrow

Well Hello Tomorrow

quite literally the longest menu I have ever seen

quite literally the longest menu I have ever seen

Cool cafe at the Zurichsee

Cool cafe at the Zurichsee

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The Operahaus

The Operahaus

Old old old time bakery

Old old old time bakery

Zurich

Zurich

<3

The other memorable layover of the month was Malta. I mean – one kinda already knows it’s gonna be a great stay when you open the door to your room and see this :IMG_2714

I was torn between jumping on the next bus and going to explore the capital of Malta – Valletta (which nobody else wanted to do) or just jumping into my bikinis and lounge by the pool (which everybody opted for).  But since I spent the last day before my MLA flight in bed nursing a massive hangover which resulted in me being quite well rested I decided to be more adventurous than the usual sleep->buffet dinner->cocktails in the lobby scenario and ventured out of the hotel. And I’m so glad I did – Malta is such a wonderful place.

As soon as I got off the bus I was approached by a guy with a horse drawn carriage offering me a tour around the town and its surroundings. I negotiated a reasonable price and off we went. That way I managed to see much more than I probably would have walking around. Plus it made me feel like a princess which let’s face it was far more important… IMG_2843

princess view

princess view

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After the tour I got dropped off in Valletta town centre. I walked around snapping pictures of the amazing architecture when I came across a street artist drawing caricatures. I had a browse thru his work and fell in love with it. When he offered to draw a caricature of me I couldn’t possibly refuse. It took him about 5 minutes to make one and when I got to see it… well.. see for yourself:IMG_2840

I made my way back to the hotel feeling content. As I was concentrating on people watching rather than watching out for my stop I managed to get as lost as it gets on a small island such as this one . What should have been a quick 20min drive turned into a 2 hour adventure by the end of which I believe I have seen the entire coast of Malta. It was bound to happen to me at one point in my life tho  and I suppose a picturesque island in the Mediterranean is not the worst of places one can get lost …IMG_2735 IMG_2733 IMG_2794 IMG_2790 IMG_2812 IMG_2818

When I woke up the next morning I felt like there has been enough excitement for one layover and made the decision to stay within the safe and marked area of our hotel. I finally made it down to the pool I was admiring from my balcony and chilled there waiting for my dear friend to come and see me. When she eventually did we had exactly an hour before my pick up which we spent drinking coffee and catching up. One of the best things about best friends is that altho you don’t see each other often (in our case it has been nearly two years) it always feels like it has only been yesterday since you last spoke…

x

G.

Girl in Czechland

As most of you know blogging is my hobby. What’s also my hobby is reading other people’s blogs. Just recently I’ve come across yet another hilarious one. It’s called Girl In Czechland, check it out. Unlike my blogsite which is about a Czech girl taking on the vast wide world this one is about a British woman living taking on a whole new universe- the Czech Republic.

I have my own reasons for not living in “Czechland” (or in England for that matter) but whether I like it nor not there is a little part of me that also misses it and it’s just so precious and refreshing to read about these lil shenanigangs that make one love and hate that place. Some of her post are absolutely spot on – so painfully true and maybe even too close to the bone but funny nonetheless.

Happy reading !

x

G.