All Things White

When coming back from a flight the other day I overheard a conversation between some of my colleagues. It went a bit like this :

” Man – my back is killing me, I could really do with a massage!”

“When is your next Bangkok flight then?”

It left me completely unfazed. See – unlike normal people, who would go for a Thai massage when suffering from a back pain, crew go to Thailand for a massage. They also go to Rio instead of the mall to buy a pair of Havies and to the States for a new Macbook rather than the nearest Apple store. Travelling for living spoils the hell out of us.

It also rinses our wallets and there is no denying it. Crew that say they don’t shop are liars. Of course they shop. That’s what our allowances are for. To buy the freshest mint from a tiny street shop in Casablanca in the morning and drink a cup of a delicious moroccan tea in Dubai in the evening. To make one’s stomach hurt by buying dozens of the best German sausages and eating them on the spot. To get you nails and hair done in Malasia. And then of course the Duty Free shopping… Ohhh don’t get me started on the Duty Free shopping…

I always had this kinda sneaky feeling that I was a shopaholic in making and having started flying has only confirmed my suspicions. Luckily for me (and my back account) most of the destinations I have been to so far have been completely new to me and I have therefore resisted the notion to shop until I dropped and instead opted for sightseeing. Goodness knows what’s going to happen to me in a couple of years. I just hope my Airline is going to keep on expanding its network and in order to stop my balance from shrinking…

Still… somehow when sorting out my wardrobe and drawers the other day I have noticed I already have a very nice little ensemble of pieces I have picked all round. I guess whilst other people collect fridge magnets and postcards I tend to collect random stuff that take my fancy. I decided to call my medley “All Things White” since that seems to be the only trait they all have in common.

And here it is :

white box full of goodies from Morocco, white espresso cups from Germany, poster from Italy, pumps from England and a couple of white tees from I-dont-even-know-but-have-afeeling-it-was-somehwere-in-Asia

white box full of goodies from Morocco, white espresso cups from Germany, poster from Italy, pumps from England and a couple of white tees from I-dont-even-know-but-have-afeeling-it-was-somehwere-in-Asia

 

and there is more ... white bikinis from BKK, dressing gaunt from MRU, a T-shirt  from my layover in AD and a mysterious white Burberry box from SIN...

and there is more … white bikinis from BKK, dressing gaunt from MRU, a T-shirt from my layover in AD and a mysterious white Burberry box from SIN…

What is it that you guys collect or tend to bring back from your travels? Amaze me!!

Love, hugs and kisses

x

G.

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“What’s your favourite rainbow colour?”

So here is the thing… Have you ever noticed how your favourite colour seemed to reflect whatever it is you are missing or craving in your life? Let me explain!

Before I moved out here to Dubai my favourite colour would always have been bright blue. I never even gave it a second thought. Whenever faced with a choice -blue would be the one colour I’d go for. However I have since noticed a growing trend in my room, wardrobe and even everywhere else around me. I’m turning green!

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It has only occurred to me a couple of days when I was shopping for a pair of skates and automatically asked the shopkeeper “Have you got those in green by any chance?” Then I stopped for a moment and said “I meant blue.” and then “No actually sorry – I did mean green”. (nevermind my mental torment they had neither). When I looked at my reflection in the shop display I realised I was wearing a green dress and sipping a green tea smoothie. My brain – deprived of acres and acres of fresh greenery it was used to in the UK- must have found its own way to substitute.

I got back home happy with my amazing purchase of a brand new pair of roller blades, opened the door to my room and that’s when it fully hit me. A few weeks ago I went to Ikea and without even realising I bought a green rug, green bedding, green shower curtain and heaps of other green decorations. I turned my appartment into a forrest! That realisation got me thinking…  Maybe my obsession with blue was just a way to make up for the absence of blue skies in England? Now I wake up to sunny bright mornings every day but all I see out of my window is  the endless Sheik Zayed Road surrounded by dozens of skyscrapers and sand… lots of it. Luckily I have my amazing job that takes me places. Places that are blue, green, blue&green and yellow and red,  purple even. Simply put I can fly thru the whole rainbow spectrum within a week.

Bright Blue in KL

Bright Blue in KL

Even more blue in Africa

Even more blue in Africa

Yellow in Sri Lanka

Yellow in Sri Lanka

Green in AD

Green in AD

Blue, yellow and green in Tanzania

Blue, yellow and green in Tanzania

Red in AD

Red in AD

Besides my changing from a Smurfin to the Green Goblin I have also noticed I developed a brand new liking for all things black. Must be the complete lack of truly dark nights in Dubai, the city that seemingly has no need for saving energy and therefore switching off lights. Ever.

So what’s your favourite rainbow colour and what is it you crave in your life? 🙂

x

G.

 

The very precious blue (and green) Mauritius

The first thing you notice about Mauritius is how green the green is. So soothing to the tired eye of somebody who is used to the endless sandy haze of Dubai. The second thing you notice is how colourful everything else is too. They seem to love their blues and reds and yellows them Mauritians. Never have I felt so outta place as when I landed there in my beige uniform pale-faced after a long turbulent flight.

We boarded the crew bus and headed to our hotel in Port Louis. The drive was quite a long one and I battled falling asleep with all my might. I tried to stay awake for as long as I physically could to see as much of the island as possible but even blasting David Guetta in my headphones couldn’t stop my eyelids from closing.

I woke up just as the bus pulled into the hotel car park totally confused and disoriented. It took me a couple of minutes to figure out where I was as I felt to embarrassed to ask anyone. I have to admit at this point I didn’t care one bit about being in Mauritius all I wanted was a comfy bed and at least two days of sleep.

See- the departure of our flight was one of the early morning ones (3 a.m)which is normally not a problem. I usually tend to get up real early, avoid my morning coffee or even a cup of tea, go to the gym for a couple of hours and then up to the pool to properly tire myself out sunbathing. Then around 3pm I dim my room and go to sleep for a few hours before waking up at night and getting ready for work. It has worked every single time so far. What my plan doesn’t involve count with is any external distraction such as broken air-condition in the entire building. Which is exactly what happened before my Mauritius flight. When I got back from my hour long cardio session that afternoon I was more than ready to crash out and it was more than unpleasant to find my entire flat steaming hot.For those not familiar with Dubai weather- we are now starting our long summer journey at abouts 36′ degrees. I live on the 21st floor and my appartment is east- oriented. Meaning by 1pm it would have been in the direct sun for good 6-7 hours. It was pretty much unbearable especially in my tired state of mind. I knew I needed to sleep and I couldn’t. I spent the afternoon tossing and turning in my bed, sweating, jumping under cold shower and repeating the process all over again.

Hence my disregard of the beautiful Mauritius. I dragged my heavy duty bag thru the hotel completely oblivious to how gorgeous it was with only one thing in mind – sleep. And then I got to my room :

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Something in me finally got a grip! I realised that although sleeping was the only thing my heart longed for at that moment it would also be the most stupid thing to do. Instead I put on my bikini and went to the pool. And I’m so glad I did. Have I not I’d have missed out on one of the most random adventures of my life- which I like to call

 The Snail Trail trekking to the Mount of Mauritius

I made it into a photo-story because some tales just cannot be described with words however long you try…

Migo, Abbie, Sam and I

Migo, Abbie, Sam and I aka the Fellowship of the Trekk