We all have them. The days that seem so pointless it’s like they didn’t even need to happen. The days when the most productive thing you force yourself to do is moving from your bed to the sofa. I call them my “Recharge Days”. I solemnly feel guilty for having one of those every now and then. Because for every Recharge Day there is always a Counter Day. Aka the day that counts as two, as three sometimes even as a whole century of your normal days let along the Recharge Days. I have had many Counter Days in 2013 but I’d like to talk about this one in particular. This is the story of a Counter FriDay 13th September 2013. The day I operated my first ever flight to Prague.
The moment I found out about this duty I decided to make it a surprise and only tell a limited amount of people. One of the hardest decisions I have ever taken because as the date was approaching I found it harder and harder to conceal my excitement when talking to my family and ultimately had to stop talking to them in fear of accidentally dropping a hint.
The night before the flight I hardly slept a wink – I watched the clock slowly move towards my wake up time until I gave up and got ready long before I had to. The 5-hour flight felt like the longest in my life. When we touched down at last I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh- for somebody who has spent the last 7 years globetrotting and trying to move as far away from their homeland as possible feeling so emotional coming back “home” was indeed an experience. Our Captain has observed my pain watching the rest of the crew potter around and taking their sweet time collecting their luggage and what not and has kindly released me to check-in at the hotel well in advance before anybody else. If not for professional image and respect to my uniform I could have kissed him right there.
I was in and out of my hotel room in less than two minutes and rushed to meet one of the most precious people I have ever known- a friend I have met in high school and who has been a huge part of my life ever since, Rudi <3. We talked and talked and talked some more and drunk about 3 litres of coffee -until my jaw hurt from all the talking and heart beat fast from all the coffee. Time flies when you are having fun and especially when you have so much gossip to go thru and next time I looked at my watch I had to go and run to the train station to pick up my lil step-brother, who had spent the same amount of time on the train to Prague it has taken me to fly over all the way from Dubai. When I spotted him disembarking the train among all the other travellers I realised my plan was coming together exactly as planned and my chest felt really tight and I was out of breath once again. I guess that’s what a complete happiness is all about.
You simply cannot NOT love this person
And then it was time for the main event of the day – giving my step-sis the shock of her life. She was expecting to see our brother with his fictional Prague (girl)friend and as she has previously shared with me over an email she wasn’t too keen on that being her Friday night plan. What she wasn’t expecting tho was the (girl)friend was to be me. The expression of sheer amazement and disbelief on her face was worth it all- the entire HR process of getting my job, the long and tiring training to get my licence and the endless waiting to get a Prague flight assigned. I would gladly go thru all this a million times over just to see her precious blue eyes filled with tears once again. It was a surprise moment par excellence ! After the initial 10 minutes of talking over each other and laughing and crying we quickly decided what to do with the rest of my layover. And since this was an occasion and we are Czech- we did exactly what all Czechs do on an occasion – we started celebrating. Because “a little party never killed nobody”.
And boy was that one heck of a celebration! We sang, we drunk, we danced and talked of all the important things people talk about when the bottles are empty the clock shows way past anybody’s bedtime. I think at one point we also slept but I can’t be too sure because the next thing I remember is rushing back to the hotel and pushing the limits of the speed of light putting my make-up and uniform on. And then… then it was time to check out, kiss everybody good-bye, wipe the tears and the not-so-water-proof mascara of my cheeks and head to the airport with my crew. I landed back in Dubai totally exhausted but happier than ever. My job is a blessing that brings me happiness and fills me with pleasure every time I fly. But I already knew that. What I didn’t know but learned that day was that it can also make people I love the most happy and content. And that my dear readers is a feeling you won’t get from no paycheque.
P.S. This post is dedicated to my lil step-bro as a weird way to say “Happy B-day I love you very much”
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
Cycling with Daddy
We only drink occasionally… however the occasions are frequent
We pout – do you ?
my summer lovin’
yet another occasion to drink arose
my Daddy is bringing sexy back
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 – 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 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…
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
Find a park. Have a walk
Lunch or dine in Cafe Louvre. You will never forget
Are you familiar with the story of The Three Musketeers? Well let me tell you another one – the story of The Three Man’oushes that happened not so long ago in the City of Dubai.
The Three Man’oushes (Man’oush R, Man’oush H and Man’oush G) decided to have some daytime fun and try out a new hang out they have heard so much about – Blue Marlin Ibiza – which is not in Ibiza EUROPE but it may as well be considering how long it takes to get there. The Three Man’oushes had to overcome many barriers and challenges on the way. Language barriers mostly. It took Google maps, Google search, a long phone call with the reception and a helluva patience to even get the taxi rolling. Bless the modern day technology and 3G coverage!
Having crossed all seven seas and spent half of their lives en route they have arrived and knocked on the door of Paradise aka BMI at last. The world that has opened its gate to them was soothing to the tired eye of the travellers and the nectar that was offered to them has washed away all the troubles they have encountered on the road. The long white beach that has unfolded in front of them was full of comfortable beds and loungers and the air carried the sound of angelic music. There were beautiful people all around them- dancing, laughing and generally having a great time.
Hours have passed without them noticing. They have watched the sun lazily making its way towards the horizon, then setting down and kissing them good-bye-for-now. The night has taken over and so has the nectar they have been sipping all this time. The Three Man’oushes found themselves under the spell of this remote place. They only decided to leave once prompted to do so upon the closing of the bar. There has quite understandably been a shortage of carriages to get back the City of Dubai but thanks to the stroke of Luck they have met some Friendly People of Australia and shared their wheels back to the City. All that was on their minds at that point was food and toilettes and the Friendly People of Australia have offered to take them to ” just the right place”. And that’s how The Three Man’oushes ended up in the 360 – one of the poshest bars in Dubai- without even knowing it. Just FYI- 360 does NOT serve food. It does nonetheless have rest rooms which was all that mattered to The Three Man’oushes at the time. One can sit in the best place in the world with one of the best views of all times among a good company – however not when hungry. When hungry one needs food. And that’s why The Three Man’oushes left one of the most exclusive bars after mere 10 minutes to find a taxi and go to Zaroob– yes Zaroob out of all places. And that’s where a great night came to a great end. Zaroob serves the best post-drinking pre-hang over food one could ever wish for. The Three Man’oushes ate houmous, shawarmas, pita breads and- of course- man’oushe– until they couldn’t anymore…
I came to a conclusion that there are three things everybody needs in their lives to make it complete – great friends, great weather and a great man’oushe!
So apparently there is such a thing as free drinks all night at a table in the middle of one many bling bling clubs in Dubai. Provided you are a girl accompanied by a group of other girls of course.
And not only that. With each table (to which you are being ushered by a teeny girl in a black body-con dress and an iPad- still no idea what she needed it for?!) comes a free Genie. A free Vodka Genie to be precise. Are you confused? Well so was I last Friday night. Having spent yet another fabulous Thursday at the Irish Village celebrating successfully passing Medical Training with the batch (anything goes as an excuse for a drink where my batchmates are involved) we have decided to try something more classy the following day. I’m not usually such a party animal however you know what they say :” When in Rome…”
As blurry as a night in the Irish Village gets …
The beauty of being new in town is that there is a whole lot of bars and clubs to be discovered and regardless of other people’s recommendation you wanna go through them all. Me ,being the OCD geek I am, took this massive task on in an alphabetical order. Last week Boudoir had the pleasure of my presence and this weekend’s pick was Crystal.
I have to admit – the first impression Crystal made on me will be very hard to top by any bar I should ever visit in the future. It happens very rarely (and by rarely I mean never) that as soon as I enter a club its manager personally sees to me and my friends getting a table and ensuring nobody pays for anything for the rest of the night. And before you raise your eyebrows in a very doubting fashion I can assure you that no “favours in return” were asked for or requested. Evidently a giggling group of 15 odd girls in pretty dresses strategically placed where everyone can see them is all that makes up for one pleased bar manager. And we were more than happy to oblige.
Doooooolly and I
But let me get back to the Vodka Genies. So as I said we got our table with our own “mini bar” as one could call it. It looked pretty much like a huge gravy boat full of ice, juices, red bulls and the biggest bottle of vodka I have seen. Ever. It was pretty heavy to lift so we were quite pleased that a bartender has appeared to help us pour our first drinks. Then he discreetly disappeared and our night has begun. After some time the glasses have been emptied and needed a refill. One of us reached for the bottle and as soon as it was touched the bartender was there as if he materialised out of thin air. I swear to goodness he was nowhere to be seen just a second ago. As soon as everybody’s drink has been tended he left again – without anyone noticing. This process has been repeated a couple times. By then we have each had a few of re-fills done by this mysterious guy and his dis/appearing has become the main topic by our slightly drunken conversation. It has also been noted that other tables are being tended to in a similar fashion. We decided to call those poor lads Vodka Genies and stopped reaching out for the bottle. Instead we started rubbing it. Just like Aladdin did to his magic lamp. It has provided us with that kind of a teenage fun that only a group of “socially tired” girls can understand. I’m convinced “our” Vodka Genie will never recover from that night. I wouldn’t be surprised if he resigned from his position for good!
That’s him!! That’s the Vodka Genie and I managed to capture him when he wasn’t looking!
Anyway-after a very memorable and enjoyable night I have taken a full advantage of not having to study for any upcoming tests or practicals and did absolutely nothing for the rest of the weekend. Well that’s if shopping and sunbathing counts as nothing. Living in a walking distance of the biggest shopping mall in the world is doing my wallet no favours I have to say…
P.S. Look at this lovely linner (linner is a bit like a brunch, only this one is between lunch and dinner- this new thing I’m trying out at the moment) they serve in my favourite cafe- doesn’t it look just soooo delicious?
Feeling a bit bad about my unhealthy lifestyle of late I gave in to some green cravings
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.