And 9-moths later…

… I gave birth to the first post of 2015.

So… this has taken a long time. Me coming back to blogging I mean. There isn’t really just ONE singular reason to WHY I so suddenly stopped. And thinking about it, it wasn’t even so sudden. See in my head I would always think “Oh yeah I should blog about that.” “Should” being the key word here as oppose to “Am going to“. But I just never actually did. Quite frankly there just wasn’t enough time these past.. uh… nine months.

I haven’t banned my beloved social media. Those of you who follow my Instagram (Gabs @gabbypra) page may have noticed I sometimes go a couple of days without posting but that mostly because I don’t wanna be repetitive rather than trying to be private. And I’m still big on sharing my ups and downs, my rants and my lengthy life lessons on Facebook. Nothing has changed there. I just don’t it that often. I guess because now I also have an actual life. I mean an offline one. I know! It was quite the shock when I realised myself!

It all started last mid-October. Things have taken an unexpected turn and all at once my life was sort of upside down. I moved houses. I upgraded to the business class cabin. I was done with mankind- as in I was totally done with the “man” part of the mankind. I was still ok with the womankind. But I also met a man who made me reconsider my decision to be done with the mankind and I was still like “Yeah but I just made up my mind.” but then I was also like “Yes but he is like really REALLY really hot and also cool and I REALLY like hanging out with him.” and so I had to go ahead and reconsider my being done with the mankind but I can be very stubborn with myself at times and so yes… It was all very confusing. Then my brother came to visit me in Dubai, then Xmas came, then I sorta moved to Abu Dhabi, then February rolled over and my Dad, Holly (remember Holly my best friend?) and I climbed Kilimanjaro and then I was super busy pending between Dubai and AD and the rest of the world in March then the man and I went to Japan in April and then April felt like a super long month coz I also went to Czech to see my other best friend Rudi (remember Rudi I went skiing with last year) who got married again in the meantime and was expecting his first child (that was born a week ago but more on that one later) and was also flying like crazy and then it was suddenly May and I was like “Shit I haven’t blogged for so long and there is so much I should blog about” but I just decided to finally get a car because I’m now basically living in AD and taking taxis and buses and other means of transport is becoming really time-consuming but as it turns out it is not that easy to convert an existing driving licence OR get a car so that was May done. And now it’s June and I ALMOST have a car and I have ALMOST published this post. Talking about feeling accomplished ey?

So yeah… if you guys could tell me which one of those would you like to hear about first I’d be ever so grateful. Otherwise I may just start blogging chronologically. Or maybe randomly. Or maybe I’d try to lucky-dip it.

Let’s see.

It feels really good to be back guys I hope you are still here to read it. I really missed this feeling of an almost finished blog post 🙂 It makes me giddy ❤

Lots of love

G.

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July – the Month of the Holy Ramadan and Happy Reunions

happy - Google SearchWhoop whoop – the day of the new Roster has come early this month and once again has brought so much joy into my life!

This July 2013 is a very special July- it is the very first Ramadan I shall ever experience living in the Arabic world. Or not -since I will actually be spending very little time hiding away from the relentless heat high up in my green apartment . My Roster has decided to be very kind to me and ease me into this Muslim tradition, that can get very long and tedious to non-Muslims or at least that’s what I have heard.

For those of you not so familiar with Islam- the month of Ramadan is the 9th month of the Islamic calendar and is widely known as the month of fasting. The Muslims that observe Ramadan are to refrain from eating, drinking, smoking and lots of other stuff between dawn and sunset. The way I understand it Ramadan is supposed to remind people of all the hardships of the less fortunate ones around us and reflect upon those hardships and be thankful for the blessings we have. Non-Muslims living in Dubai are not required to fast it is however expected of us to be culturally aware and respectful of the spiritual meaning of the whole thing. In other words -we shouldn’t be eating, drinking or smoking in any public areas either.

As for myself the Holy month of Ramadan is going to be a Happy month of Reunions. My heart skipped a beat or two when I saw Malta as one of the layover destinations I got. One of my bestest friends in the world lives there! Never in a million years would I have thought I was gonna see her so randomly and in less than 3 weeks! I’m also getting reunited with the intriguing Africa again – this time with the Far Far West – Ghana and the Ivory coast… and then! AND THEN! As soon as I land back from Accra I’m on my way to coolest place of them all. To the home of the best beer in the world and the only country that pickles everything there is to be pickled. To the … Oh what the heck I’m sure you already got the picture anyway- I’m going on holiday back to my roots -to Czech! For a whole of two weeks I will be (hopefully) pampered and spoiled (hint hint) by my family who have undoubtedly missed me beyond belief. I know I certainly did! 

So -my beloved Czech/currently living in Czech friends- this is your heads up! This time there will be no excuses such as “there is not enough time to see everyone” or “next time there will be more time”. No-no. This time I will make sure I see all of you and I CANNOT WAIT!

C’mon June- you have been a great month but now off with you and dear July hurry up !

x

G.

To the Equator and Beyond (part II)

Seeing Tanzania on my roster was a moment of sheer happiness. I have always wanted to go to Africa. I just never thought I would for various reasons. I mean I have been to Africa- if you count a week long beach holiday in a Tunisian hotel resort and a turnaround to Cairo as “being in Africa”. Which I don’t. As far as I’m concerned I have never been to Africa before.

In the week coming up to my Dar Es Salaam flight I could hardly keep myself from talking about anything else. It felt like Christmas! No- it actually felt better than Christmas since there was no pre-Christmas shopping stress involved. By the time I was boarding the plane everybody who knew me for longer than 10 mins also already knew that this was my first ever time to go to Africa-Africa (as we called it) and that I was very excited. The crew found me very cute since I was once again the most junior member and most of them have flown to DAR or Africa-Africa before. They thought it was funny how I kept running up and down to the cockpit, checking up on our current location and taking pictures of the African coastline. The flight wasn’t a busy one, customers were lovely and chatty and everybody was having a great time on-board. I wish I could say every single flight goes like this.

Africa-Africa

Africa-Africa

As we sat down on our jumpseats for the approach I could no longer contain my excitement and kept looking outside of the observation window on my door. I even shrieked a little as we landed. The passenger sat facing me looked at me and said:

“Let me guess- first time to Africa?”

“Yes”- was my reply.

“Well- you better be careful” he said.

What could he possibly mean by that I wondered. It wasn’t until later I realised he was warning me not to fall in love with this place and wanting to stay. Because that’s exactly what has happened. Everything I saw in Tanzania was amazing. It is such a raw, friendly and absolutely gorgeous place. The people are chilled and never failed to welcome you with their musical “Mambo, Karibu!” and massive smiles on their faces. I was sold on Tanzania the moment I passed the immigration desk.

First picture of my first Africa-Africa

First picture of my first Africa-Africa

My amazing crew

My amazing crew

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so much beauty in one place

so much beauty in one place

local street artist

local street artist

taking pictures of people taking pictures of people

taking pictures of people taking pictures of people

A group of us keen to see as much as we can fit into 24 hours booked a tour around the city for the next early morning (6a.m wake up is called a dedication!) and spent the rest of the evening chilling by the hotel pool, chatting to the friendly personnel and stuffing our faces (ok to be honest the stuffing was mostly done on my part but I couldn’t help it -the food was to die for!) at the dinner buffet. I went to sleep that night wishing it was morning already.

It came quicker than expected and before I knew it I was being squeezed into a mini-van and driven around the great Dar es Salaam. Thanks to our experienced tour guide we managed to see everything there was to be seen in our limited time- the churches, the botanical gardens with monkeys running freely around, the presidential house, the beaches, cliffs and shores, the local markets and the omni present crazy traffic.

I came back to Dubai refreshed as if coming back from holiday and not a 5-hour flight. And my list of favourite places on Earth has once again grown a little…

So long my dear readers -I’m off to Morocco in the early hours of tomorrow and should rest a little !

x

G.