Flying with Friends

Hullo my pets!

Guess what? You darling redhead blogger has been officially flying for a WHOLE frigging year! Are you finding it as hard to believe as I am? Some of you have been with me this entire time since the very start some of you joined just recently but still guys – what a year this one has been huh?! I have taken you with me everywhere I went. You guys tried all the delicious food I ate (wait – why is it just me who gained weight then ?! So not fair!:) and jogged using my poor little legs around Europe, Asia, Australia, USA and Africa . Together we have taken off and landed hundreds of times and went to sleep in so many different beds that if I wasn’t cabin crew I would have to be a… ehm… nevermind :). I feel like every each one of you is a very dear friend of mine and I hope those feelings are mutual.

My Dubai

My Dubai

I’m not in this for the fame or the big bugs (however if any of that comes I won’t refuse:) I blog because I love to talk and I love to share my self-proclaimed wisdom. But I never ever imagined that having a blog will bring so many new and amazing people into my life. Some of you I have had the pleasure of meeting randomly – one of the proudest moments of my life was when I was sat having a coffee with Ryan in the HQ and this girl comes to me and goes:

“OMG Gabby- it’s you ! I loOoOove your blog- I even commented on it a couple of times!”

Ryan’s jaw dropped and I felt so damn special ! That girl was Carmen, who joined a couple of month after me. I have met her a few times since then – at the pool, in a club .. the usual locations of the Dubai expat scene:) Then there is Kamila, a fellow Czech blogger  and my Shangri-la buddy. Her Instagram posts always tickle my taste buds… and my wallet 🙂 Kamila is not ONLY Czech she is also Moravian – which is far more important! I just love listening to her broad accent that takes me a decade back to the times when I still lived and studied in Moravia. She is as close to home as Dubai gets.

My Dubai

My Dubai

Some of you I have flown as passengers – like Noemi for example, whose blog I have been following long long looooong time before I got this job and moved to the Middle East. This time around it was my turn to feel starstruck ! I have read EVERY single post she ever wrote(it dates about 5 years back) and I still remember how very proud I felt when she started following “Journey” and even commented a few times! So  I was casually strolling thru the isle of my flight to Athens when I noticed her sitting in my area. I thought ” no- this can’t be !”. Then I did that very conspicuous turn that only flight attendants are capable of and walked past her again looking right at her quizzically. I have no idea how she hasn’t noticed because everybody else has done and they all must have thought she is in a big trouble. I wanted to make this meeting as special for her as it was for me so I went to business and asked my colleagues for some sweet treats and gathered all of my courage to approach her. It was so bizarre and yet so very amazing! 

My world

My world

 

And then there is a very particular few of you. The few ones that have a blog of their own, are also cabin crew and above all I have flown with. Greta for starters. Greta is an Aussie from Perth (which as you all know is my second home – at least according to my rosters:) and I have “known” her for quite a long time thru her blog and Instagram. Then one day I looked at my roster and there she was. Flying with me to Paris on Xmas day! You know about my trip to Paris already – I spent it all with my sis so I didn’t get much time to get to know Greta as I would have liked to but from the time we did spend together I can honestly tell you she is absolutely lovely – exactly as she comes across in her posts. She is also as obsessed otaku as her Instagram shows 🙂 (Btw Gretz- I went to see Frozen and I know you won’t agree but I prefer Anna to Elsa… and I also hope your back is getting better!)

And Doyle. I have been not so secretly in love with Doyle’s I-gram and keep bragging on about it to everybody, who is willing to listen. I’m a huge fan of visuals. That’s why I love pictures. And Doyle’s pictures are truly something! Go check it out please! Plus he is very strong visual experience himself :p) Yes – there I said it Doyle :)) I have just flown with him- we did a long flight Down Under together. It’s a four day trip to Sydney and onwards to Auckland and back again. We have had plenty of time to chat in the first class galley ( hahahaha first time I made friends with the first class class crew at all actually they aren’t usually very approachable- ops did I say that out loud?:) I have to say – apart from being in love with him and his pictures I also love his outlook on life and how very loudly he thanks everybody for everything! So Doyle – THANK YOU it was lovely flying with you 🙂 .

I hope to meet many more of you in the future y’all seem to be such an interesting bunch

Till then just keep on reading

x

G.

 

Sistas In Paris

sistas in Paris

sistas in Paris

You can’t always get what you want. But sometimes -when you’ve been real real REAL good- you get so much more than what you could have ever asked for. Like myself this Christmas just passed for example.

My Airline has decided to sent to Paris. Paris of all places – one of the few European capitols I haven’t been to. Paris- so wonderfully romantic and oh-so-french. I was just chilling (and possibly drinking) at my sister’s place in Prague when I found out and the conversation went something like this : (oh please do excuse my “french” hahaha- see what I did there?)

Me: “Holy cow! They gave me Paris for Christmas. SOooo excited – I have never been!”

Nela(my sis): ” Sooo jealous! I have never been either…”

Me:” OMG! You should totally come!”

Nela:“Like seriously?”

It took us about three seconds to put the plan together and then it was real and happening. Nela was coming to Paris to meet me for Christmas. How very puurrrfect!

Our flights landed almost at the same time and I was just about to check in when she entered the hotel lobby. We did our usual greeting dance (as much of it as my image standards allowed me to do anyways) and proceeded to the room where we cracked open a bottle of the french finest (or as we choose to believe) and let the festivities begun.947286_10202165020278915_1692349299_n

Next morning was an early start – we had a lot to do and a very little time. We got to the Champs Elysees at the crack of a dawn and managed to walk swiftly over to the Eiffel Tower to watch the sunrise. After the compulsory photo shoot we found ourselves a cosy cafe and had a very french breakfast- or that’s at least what a croissant and a glass of white wine is in my eyes… 532140_10202008158737851_882802164_n1525126_10202165024759027_718432646_n

…and then we walked. For miles and hours. We saw a lot but we definitely haven’t seen enough.There is so much more we have to come back for. Like Montmartre we haven’t managed to get to, Or Notre Dame we only glimpsed at. Or Louvre we saw from the outside but had no time to explore inside. Or the French kiss we never got… Too early  it was time to get back and catch both of our flights back to Prague and Dubai before we even knew it. We left the rainy city with its Christmas markets and onions soups and Louvre and Seine and all the street sellers behind and went back to the hotel.1532061_10202008166258039_1447705318_n 1476043_10202008168698100_351115196_n IMG_6942947274_10202008167218063_1105599895_n

we love monuments

we love monuments

Just in time for Nela to finish the wine from the previous night which I watched with endless envy, bid me a teary good-bye, wish Merry Xmas and go. I don my uniform and red lipstick and got ready for a very full, very long and very bumpy flight.

I landed back home in Dubai feeling torn between very lonely and very happy. I was very happy because I got to give my sister the best present I could have ever come up with. And I was very lonely because those 24-hours were a poor taster of the family I wanted to be with so badly. But alas- I guess it’s better to have a family to miss than none at all. And I’m blessed with a very big one! And I have hopefully also started a tradition of spending my European layovers with my siblings and parents or whoever is willing to make the journey to meet me… Life is a bliss after all !

Love

x

G.

The Pleasures of Perth and Novelties of New York

Hi to all of you my sweetest dearest readers!

You must be all very excited, mustn’t you? Not only have we entered the most anticipated (and stressful) month of the year but you are also about to read the most anticipated blog post you must have been all so eagerly waiting for … The one about NYC !!

Well I’d like to keep your suspense for a bit longer so let me first tell you about some layovers that I haven’t had the pleasure to write about just yet. Like Perth for example. Perth is one of the regulars on my roster. It seems to somehow find its way there every other month. I don’t mind at all. As a crew I have to admit it’s one of the easiest flights. Never full, relatively short, perfectly timed. It’s a duty from heaven. The only reason why it hasn’t become my favourite layover yet is that there isn’t awfully much to do once you are in Perth. Don’t get me wrong, the city is lovely and all … It’s just not very exciting I guess. But on the other hand sometimes it’s good to just get to the hotel, sit back and relax without the haunting thought of missing out on something that’s out there. I usually take Perth as my workout layover, bring me my running shoes and go for a jog down by the waterfront just 2 mins from the hotel and then change into my swimsuit and do a couple of lanes in the shortest pool in the history of pools (on the upside it’s the only time when I can casually say “yeah I’ve swam 100 lanes today, no biggie”).  It’s exactly what I did today. Now I’m happily typing away comfortably parked in a cafe surrounded by young professionals having their quick 30-min vegan organic lunch. Life is good. Knowing myself I will probably give in to the shopping addict inside of me and go and browse some shops down the high street later. I love clothes shopping in Oz. It is unfortunately a very expensive hobby of mine since the Aussies have obviously never heard of the concept of “a bargain”. The only sole reason why I haven’t moved Down Under is that I haven’t found my multi-millionaire husband to pay for all my clothes. That’s a joke of course…. About the “only sole reason”:)

working out in PER is fun

working out in PER is fun

Seasonal Greetings from 30 degree heat

Seasonal Greetings from 30 degree heat

The one time when I haven’t followed my usual Perth schedule was when Salma was here. You remember Salma? One of my batchmates and best friends in Dubai? She is from Perth but originally… oh crap let’s not get into that here- that’s a long and old story. It was a pure luck that I got assigned PER just as she was back home for her holiday. She picked me up from the hotel and took me to what she promised “were gonna be the best waffles I have ever tried”. She wasn’t lying. I don’t remember the name of the place but if you ever find yourself on the West Coast of Oz and craving waffles then go to Northbridge and just ask. Oh – but don’t go at night because apparently that’s when Northbridge gets rowdy. I wouldn’t know – luckily I left before sh*t got real … 🙂

Ok -enough about Perth. Let’s take a trip across the globe and travel a few time zones back all the way to the NYC!

Oh my – where shall I start? There is simply so much I have to say about New York. I was completely taken aback by that place. I was feeling very sceptical when landing into JFK. I have just served the longest and by that I mean  THE LONGEST (if you get my gist) duty of my entire career. Obama himself could have been welcoming me but all I cared for was a warm cosy bed, cup of hot chocolate and at least a thousand episodes of ANY sitcom to make me feel human again.  Well – as it turned out I didn’t need any of that. All it took was a glance at Manhattan and I was as chipper as a newborn. Our hotel is situated right on the Times Square so going to sleep after the flight was outta question. I splashed my face with ice-cold water put a woolly jumper on, my headphones in and stepped out in NYC for the first time ever.

Breath taking

Breath taking

How was it? It was big – massive actually. It was chaotic. It was breath taking. Stunning. Exactly like in all the film and videos. I ate a chilli dog in Times Square and bought my obligatory snapback (yes I know what I said about the shopping earlier but c’mon we are talking snapbacks and New York here!). Then I strolled down the 5th Avenue, stopped at the Rockefeller Sq. and went up the Top of Rock. OMG! Probably the best decision I made that day! As if it has been ordered the sun has decided to make an appearance (or maybe I was just high enough above the smog cloud) and I got the most amazing view of the City. I stayed for about an hour, rooming around the deck and snapping pics and then really REALLY wanted to make it to the Central park that looked so nice and green from above. But -alas- that’s when my body finally gave up and recognised the fact that I have been up for more than 24 hours and most of it running around a massive cabin serving cranberry juice and ice to 400 passengers. I literally couldn’t walk any longer and had to return to the hotel for a power nap. One that lasted 7 hours. I woke up refreshed and ready for more sight-seeing. At 3a.m. It was 4 hours before my wake-up call and I wasn’t gonna spend all that precious time in my hotel room in one of the most amazing cities I have ever been to. They say New York never sleeps and I was about to see for myself. Well – it’s bullshit. It does. I cut a very lonely figure retracting my steps from earlier that day. I really wanted to do that one thing that every girls secretly wants to do- have breakfast at Tiffany’s. Hmmm… I found Tiffany’s. But couldn’t find anywhere to get breakfast. Not even the omnipresent Starbucks was open. I assure you that on this one particular lovely freezing morning at 4.30a.m in NYC the only one who wasn’t sleeping was myself. I returned to the hotel with the first rays of the rising sun just in time to watch the city slowly wake up. It was magical. Even more so when a lovely cosy cafe opened in front of my eyes and I gulped down a very much needed hot soya cappuccino and gorging on a blueberry muffin the size of my fist (yes I may have relaxed my diet a little in the States:). Life couldn’t get much better at the very moment.

I only have one word for this - YUM

I only have one word for this – YUM

<3

The Empire State of Mind

The Empire State of Mind

The 5th Avenue

The 5th Avenue

Times Square at 3 a.m.

Times Square at 3 a.m.

I’m due back in three weeks and I’m already getting excited. NYC has definitely made it to my top five layover destinations.

x

Love

G.

The Most Amazing Roster YET !

This is gonna be a short and sweet one… I just have to share with you some of the joy that has been filling my days since the new roster came out.

I was hoping and also bidding for some European flights to soak up the Crimbo atmosphere a little and maybe get a chance to catch up with my friends scattered around the continent. Still-given my previous “success” with bidding I wasn’t expecting much. But I have to say Christmas came early this year and I got the most amazing present from my Airline – the best Roster yet! 

I will be starting off the last month of this fantastic year in possibly the best place one would want to be at this time – NYC !! And that’s not all – since what goes up must come down I will be finishing December in the very same city. Yes- that’s right. NYE in NYC – I just looooooove saying it over and over !!!

There will be no turning around anywhere for Gabby in December – instead I will celebrate Xmas under the Eiffel Tower in Paris with my beautiful sister, who is flying out there just for the night to keep me company- how sweet is that?!

I would be over the moon just for these three flight – but The Airline has decided to be super generous and send me to Manchester just in time to hit John Lewis for some last-minute Xmas purchases and. Then a quick trip Down Under and to the land of Gangam Style and that’s it. Life just couldn’t better if you ask me ❤

Lots of love and hugs

x

G.

Lots of love and kisses

Lots of love and kisses

The Tale of Two Girls (and many Cities) continues…

Chapter Four – Island Living…

… is yet another thing (after drinking wine) that I have learned to love in Croatia. What does ” island living” mean? As told by many Croatian islanders it’s basically taking things slow and as they come. Not fussing about the time or being on time. Get up whenever it suits you and start a day off with a glass of pear liquor… To put it simply island living is a bliss. Dolly and I have visited three of the many islands along the Dalmatian coast of Croatia and each one of them was somehow unique and different yet they all had something in common – they were all absolutely beautiful.

First on our itinerary was the island of Korcula – the birth place of Marco Polo (yes I know- we thought he was Italian too). I don’t usually play favourites but if I did I’d have to say that Korcula was mine. We stayed for three days and during those we saw as much as we could on foot, on bikes and even on a kayak. We embraced the island living pretty much the moment we arrived. A glass -sorry a bottle of wine with an early lunch? I don’t mind if I do! Seafood for dinner every night – well that’s just what we do! Going to sleep at 9pm ? So what ?!

Island living

Island living

I have become a professional at taking selfies

I have become a professional at taking selfies

morning markets again

morning markets again

Korcula

Korcula

Life is a Beach

Life is a Beach

Kayaking

Kayaking

sunset on our own private mini island

sunset on our own private mini island

dinner timeeeee

dinner timeeeee

The next stop was the Sipan island– a place that marked the highest point we have cycled up to during our entire trip. It also marked the earliest we have started drinking during a day. I believe it was hardly midday when we order our usual bile vino accompanied by a glass of Kruskovac. The island was so tiny we managed to zig zag out way through it all in just a couple of hours before heading back to Dubrovnik. Even so I will always remember it for its peaceful atmosphere and friendly people. We have scored free drinks at the local restaurant and didn’t even have to join the table (and that is something one gets to appreciate after having lived in Dubai for some time:).IMG_5138

where we stopped for a cheeky dip

where we stopped for a cheeky dip

yes.. it's happening

yes.. it’s happening

i loved that dog

i loved that dog

ok.. i forgot.. it was red not white

ok.. i forgot.. it was red not white

on the way back catching up with the "real" world

on the way back catching up with the “real” world

And last but not least – The Island of Mljet, which is known to the rest of the world as a national park and a place of extreme beauty. To us it will always be the Half-Island. For some reason our tour-operator didn’t think it would be necessary to give us the full map of the island. Maybe he didn’t think we were hard-core cyclist enough to take on the full length of the place or maybe he just forgot. Who knows… All I know is that we figured that out after having cycled for about 30 km (mostly uphill) and finding ourself facing even more hills and having no idea what we were cycling towards or to. We have quite literally came to end of the map. We considered our options and then decided to do what we did best. Yes – indeed- we had some wine and then turned back.  And a couple of hours later that has turned out to be the best of decisions because the hell has opened and massive storm came upon us. But by then we were already all cosy and comfy on our balcony watching the storm happening above the Adriatic Sea.  With a bottle of wine of course. The next day we got up nice an early and went for a run (yes believe or not it wasn’t all just drinking and eating!). We have just gone far enough to make it worthless to go back when another storm has started. And honestly it was a Storm with a capital S. The road we were running on has turned into a river and my T-shirt into a full length dress. We got so soaked no car even bothered to stop and offer us a lift. The drivers must have thought we were crazy which we probably were since we ran 8k in total. My longest outdoor run yet. I wish I had taken a picture but my Iphone was safely stored in my undergarments to prevent it from drowning. You just have to take my word for it!

Kruskovac ... the best of Croatia in a glass

Kruskovac … the best of Croatia in a glass

ever wondered what is at the end of a map?... this is

ever wondered what is at the end of a map?… this is

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But the time we got back and dried off the weather has cleared in a matter of minutes. We have decided to try and explore the unmapped (well at least to us) part of the island once again – but this time with a little engine help and rented a scooter. If there was something I felt was missing (which I didn’t) this has definitely covered it. I was in heaven cruising around and repeating “yes- this happening! Croatia baby!” in my head and possibly also aloud a couple of times!… IMG_5391 IMG_5429 IMG_5399 IMG_5351

Oh damn.. I got so distracted by that storm and scooter story I forgot to talk about the national park thing! Ok so basically- Mljet is a very famous island, apparently even Homer was there (as in the Greek one) and mentioned the island in his Odyssey and stuff. The park is mostly all about these two salty lakes and their surroundings and it is pretty spectacular ! You can’t really cycle or walk the whole way around them because as our half-map said “the roads turn to dirt and then disappear”. And they actually do! But since it was just a half – map we decided to not believe it and see for ourself. It did turned to dirt. And it did end. But what the map didn’t say was that the view at the end was totally worth having to cycle all the way back. It also didn’t mention that you don’t HAVE to necessarily go back since there is Charon – well that’s what I decided to call him anyway. It’s this friendly guy manning an ancient little boat pending between the narrowest point of the Big Lake and taking you over to the other side. That’s him:

Our Croatian Charon

Our Croatian Charon

At first we were gonna cycle just for the sport part of it. But then – just look at the guy! Could you resist him? 🙂 Anyway here are some pics of the national park :IMG_5263IMG_5273Chapter Five – Domestic food.. and domestic wine

… ok – Dolly and I have come up with many theories about the origins of the expression “domestic food” that the Croatians just LOVE to use. Many of them – ok all of them- we came up with after at least of bottle of wine and they are therefore not to be published. Ever. Thankfully we have also made some Croatian friends during our time there and they have kindly explained the whole thing. “Domestic” in croatian means “home-made” and also “local” and “traditional”. So why use three expressions when you can just use one, right? It’s shorter, to the point and very very VERY catchy. I can assure you that at the end of our holidays both of us REQUIRED at least one serving of domestic food a day otherwise we weren’t fully satisfied. “Home-made” just wouldn’t do. It would have to be “domestic”.  “Domestic” food is to be found everywhere in Croatia – you can get domestic bread in bakeries, domestic cakes in restaurants, domestic tea at the airport if you wish. And then there is the domestic wine of course since every lucky Croatian seems to be in possession of their own little vineyard and a small winery located near-by. I was never much of a wine drinker. Well – people change and so did I.  And I only have Croatia to blame for that. It’s the sun, the sea, the air, the simply everything beautiful that one can taste in every sip of every wine we tried. And we tried a lot trust me. And none – N O N E – tasted bad.

domestic fish

domestic fish

domestic wine on the beach ... as you do

domestic wine on the beach … as you do

domestic fish soup

domestic fish soup

more domestic fish

more domestic fish

domestic "hot" wine... who says that's a xmas thing? tasted good in september too

domestic “hot” wine… who says that’s a xmas thing? tasted good in september too

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domestic octopus salad and mussels

domestic octopus salad and mussels

domestic wine

domestic wine

August. Airbus. Australia.

Something weird is happening to the time. It passes way too quickly. Is it really August already? I’m sure when I went to sleep last night it was only the beginning of the summer! Has it really been a month already since I graduated? Has it really been a year since I started the initial process of something that’s now my everyday life reality?

August used to be a very bitter sweet month. Back when I was at school I’d have spent July working away in some ridiculously underpaid part-time job and then realised in the middle of the summer that I have had no fun whatsoever and try my best to catch up. But trying to fit two-moths worth of fun into one just never seemed to have worked for me. I’d go back to school every September feeling cheated…

Then I left school and started working full time and that’s when learned the hard way that even one month of fun is better than no month of fun. I still remember the first August I spent leaving for work everyday at 7.30 am and meeting my flatmates at the door coming back from yet another all-nighter. Well – I guess life is about the choices we make…

When I moved away from Czech to the UK August would be the month when all the local pubs start advertising their “Christmas bookings being taken” and Tesco puts sherry and port wines on offer.  And I’m not even joking! If you try to book a table for your Crimbo din-dins in November people laugh at you.

So how about August 2013?! Well – that’s gonna be a month to remember I’m telling you! Not only do I get to fly the Big One (meaning the A380) again after I-don’t-even-recall-how-long but I finally get to experience the chilled out and laid back Australian way of life. Yes ! Yes! Yes! I’m flying to Oz. Not once. Not twice. Three times this month!! Whoop whoop – now who is a very lucky girl?!

Happy happy happy <3

Happy happy happy ❤

With the amount of time spent flying to and resting in Oz each time there is a very little space left on my roster for anything else. I had one very quick layover in Bangladesh that I already informed you about and apart from that I will be once again going to Germany- of course. One would think I’m the only German speaker in the company judging by the amount of flights I get there each month. I’m now however eligible to swap duties and I’m trying my best to do so with the Hamburg flight. I have my heart set on a particular London pairing to get to fly with my dear Dolly. Wish me good luck and steady hand. I’ll be needing it 🙂

x

G.

I guess they call this a “working holiday” …

Last week I was treated to a little surprise by my best friend of late – The Roster. Couple of “on reserve” days have changed to a few very uneventful stand-by evenings and a few days off and I was left with astonishing 7 days of sun and fun (and most importantly no work or college) in Dubai. Which in normal-life-terms would be my annual summer holiday…

I decided to use that time as an opportunity to explore a bit more of Dubai and go beyond my usual borders of the Sheik Zayed Road. The initial plan was to visit a place called The Miracle Gardens. Yet again tho – that plan did not take into account the very inconsistent competency of the Dubai taxi drivers. See – the success of every trip you make around here comes down to your cabbie. I had my fair share of scary rides (the driver has decided to drive me all the way to Abu Dhabi instead of Deira because he “liked me” as he put it), peculiar rides (taking a taxi every day at the same time going the same direction doesn’t mean you will end up paying the same fare- it can vary from 50%-200% of what you have paid the previous day), funny rides (driver singing along to what I assume must have been his favourite song ever) and believe it or not even completely normal rides (get in, pay, get out). The valuable lesson I have taken from all this is to always do your re-search in Google maps first, then take a picture of the screen (it’s no use to just remember the name of the street/area and try to spell it to the driver), grab a taxi, ask whether of not the driver knows the place you want to get to then a) if he does know re-confirm that by showing him the picture or b)if he doesn’t know then get out as fast a you can and don’t wait up until he calls his dispatcher to have a 30min long conversation and yet still manages to get lost and makes you pay half of the fare anyway. Yes indeed- taking a taxi in Dubai is an adventure on its own.

So anyway as I was saying I was trying to get to the Miracle Gardens, however my taxi driver has decided that today was not the day I was meant to see them and drove me around for good 40 minutes before announcing he doesn’t know where the place was and can’t seem be able to find it (he hasn’t used that many words but I got the gist anyway). As you know my dear readers I have been embracing a new way of life lately and trying to take it as it comes with all its ups and downs. Yet at this particular moment I have completely lost my cool for the first time in ages. I have considered a range of options from trashing the interior of the car to killing the driver but then opted for calmly asking him to stop the car immediately. I got out and screamed of the top of my head. Then got back in and asked him if he knew where Dubai Marina was. He said yes and I honestly didn’t care anymore if that was true or not and told him to take me there. Which -surprisingly- he did. Here is a picture to prove it :

Dubai Marina

Dubai Marina

A little bit disappointed about not having explored anything new I have chosen to get refreshed in the most exotic looking cafe in the Marina Bay. But that day was just not my lucky day I guess since this restaurant was clearly the winner of this year’s “Worst Product& Customer Service” contest. Upon asking what the Iranian tea tasted like I was told “it’s of course delicious m’am, it’s Iranian” which unfortunately wasn’t the kind of an answer I was after. When I tried to find out a bit more I got an eye roll and a sharp ” it tastes like tea m’am”. I probably should have left then but I decided to beat my bad luck and try to turn it around and stay. Plus I was a bit intrigued by this tea I have to say. It wasn’t delicious. It was alright. The Iranian ice cream wasn’t delicious either. It was edible and I’m being generous here.

The "delicious" Iranian tea

The “delicious” Iranian tea

The weird ice cream (you can choose what flavour you want by pouring a syrup over it)

The weird ice cream (you can choose what flavour you want by pouring a syrup over it)

I gave up on that day, went back home and watched countless episodes of  The Family Guy whilst eating dates stuffed with almonds. So I guess it turned out to be a great day after all!

I spent the next couple of days chilling out by the pool reading books and magazines on my amazing Christmas Kindle, working out in a new gym I found (more on that one later),eating fantastic food, hanging out with friends checking out all the Ladies Night’s offers around SZR, shopping and watching all four seasons of Misfits all over again. It was just the perfect “holiday” at work.

Of course one experience I shouldn’t forget to mention was Wild Wadi Water Park. That was Fun. With a capitol “F”. I come from a family that takes water parks and swimming in general very seriously so I couldn’t have missed out and not go when the opportunity arose. It was definitely an unforgettable day full of water, slides, stripes and fruit smoothies. Quite pricey tho so I don’t think I will be doing it anytime soon again (there is however another water park by the Palm Atlantis which I HAVE to go to so I will keep you posted).

So that was it. My “holiday” that wasn’t really a holiday but it sure felt like it! I have since been to China and am going back there again this weekend but that trip deserves a post on its own so just gimme a little time to put it together 🙂

Lots of love

x

G.

6 days to go (parental advise: not suitable for U12)

Friday 28th December 2012

First of all- no accommodation update yet. Second- as of today I officially  LOVE SHERRY ! Sherry is even better than port which till now would always have been my drink of choice. Unlike port, sherry doesn’t give you that annoying red lip and teeth look that lets everyone immediately  know you have had too much. It also tastes much sweeter which stop you from that second helping of an absolutely amazing apple crumble.

Yes – I admit. I may be a bit tipsy whilst writing this post. And by tipsy I mean drunk. You see I was going to write a really long post about my day today starting with surprising Huggie at the airport this morning when he got back from visiting his family in Germany and having my last jabs done and moving over to Huggie’s house tonight. But then Huggie was like “we should have a drink” and I was like “bring it on”. And now half a bottle of that sweet sweet sherry later I have remembered my resolution to write about every single of my last days in the UK.

I realise as I’m writing this that this one is not going to be my best post ever. But it had to be done. I can’t NOT write once I have promised I would. So …. in short today was pretty average almost on the edge of being pretty s**t until a bottle got open. And once again I realise saying this makes me sound like an alcoholic. Bite me. It’s Christmas time and I’ve just worked all week whilst my family and my boyfriend were miles away from me. And it didn’t matter until tonight when I got a bit drunk and started feeling sorry for myself.

I think I better stop now because this is not going quite the way I’d like it to. I promise everyone  a very sober post tomorrow.

Happy Friday aka The-day-when-it’s-ok-to-get-drunk-before-8pm-day everyone

x

G.

Gadget Girl

Gabri The Gadget Girl

Gabri The Gadget Girl

 

When it comes to presents I’m not one of the Diamond Girls. Neither am I a Flower Girl or a Shower Gel& Face cream Girl. And I’m most definitely not a Clothes Girl. Nope. None of that.

When it comes to presents I am a total Gadget Girl. Give me a box of bath salts and there is a slight chance we won’t ever exchange gifts again. Give me a box that clicks and moves and we will probably become BFFs. Not only that. I will also be entertained for hours on end and totally lose myself to the World Of The Gadget. A world where you as The Giver are also the God. And I will chant:” This is the best Christmas/ birthday/ nameday/ anniversary ever!”.

If you want to be the Ultimate Creator and Destroyer of My World Of Gadgets then get me two. That will definitely mess me up. I will end up totally confused probably sat on the floor holding them both, rocking back and forth and frantically repeating:OMG! This IS the BEST Christmas/ birthday/ nameday/ anniversary. E V E R!!”

That’s how much I love gadgets. There isn’t a gadget in the whole universe I don’t need. Regardless of whether or not I have any use for them I still need them. All of them preferably. On the scale of Gadget Awesomeness from Totally-Useless-But-Absolutely-Amazing to Will-Use-Every-Day-For-The-Rest-Of-My-Life-And-Love-You-For-It you can’t go wrong either way choosing one. Practicality is not necessary what counts. It’s the gadget-ness. It’s the element of surprise of giving me something I didn’t think I needed, but now can’t believe I have ever done without. Like an electric toothbrush. Or LED lit magnifying mirror. Or an iPod. Or a 360 camera. A coffee machine. Digital photo frame. Heated eyelash curler. Juicer. Blender. And a million others. I am most certainly a very spoilt Gadget Girl.

And now I have a new addition to my precious collection – an absolutely fantastic KINDLE ! A perfect gift for a air-hostess-to-be ! Light, compact and holds as many books as my entire bedroom wall can meaning I don’t have to part with any of my favourite titles! I am so in love with my new toy and so in love with the ultimate God of My World of Gadgets- Huggie!

I hope all of you are having a wonderful Christmas wherever you are!

x

G.

6-pack (team) is growing !!!

Do you remember how in the first ever post about the 6-pack challenge I have mentioned that my dad is probably the most competitive person in the universe? Well – I have been proven right.

Having seen my weekly updates he felt challenged enough to join in. Yes- as of this week my father is officially taking part in the 6-week-6-pack-challenge. I even have the pictures to show for it.(Now- it looks to me like they could have very well been taken on the same day but he has sworn 24 hours have passed between those two shots. And who am I to doubt his word?)

So here we go- please welcome the 3rd member of the 6-pack team:

Meet my dad ...

Meet my dad …

... and his six pack

… and his six pack

If there is anybody else out there who feels like joining- oh please do so! You know how the saying goes: the more the merrier! Just let me know by commenting! Let’s make this 6-pack dare A THING!

Lots of love and wishing y’all very Merry Xmas

G.