Flying High Flying Low

Flying high is something I enjoy to the fullest -both in life and at work. Is there a better feeling than being so high up in the sky it seems impossible I’m just a mere human being and not some kind of a goddess-like creature? And flying low … well flying low makes me appreciate the small wonderful things in life and in the world that I sometimes overlook. See- when I fly high over the tops of the highest mountains and all I can see is the vast endless blue sky it’s so easy to forget about the world down below and how much beauty it holds.

Most of you already know me as a person that strives to be happy. Always. And I’m doing a pretty good job. But sometimes I have to come down from the heights of Mount Bliss and fly low for a while. Because that’s life isn’t it? And one of those whiles lasted a bit longer than I intended a couple of weeks back. And I realised that to get back up I was gonna need some new fresh fuel. In the shape of my sweetest sister. And so I played the carefree “drop everything you are doing and come to Dubai at once” card and went all in. And it paid off. We have spent a wonderful week full of laughter, food and shishas and by the time she left I was feeling invincible again. She is a true blessing of my life !

And here is the more or less edited Story of our Sisterly Shenanigans :

She is here !

She is here !

Nela is not what I ‘d call a frequent flyer. She is more of what I’d call a nervous flyer. So to make sure the flight was as comfortable as possible I let the operating crew know what treasure they were about to carry that day. And they made me proud. As I picked her up she was giddy – not only from the first class champagne she was treated to but also from all the caring attention she was given. And once again I was feeling grateful for all the opportunities my job gives me to make the people I love happy. And we have only just started !

I took her home and let her rest for a couple of hours before I whisked her off to the pool to start off our homeliday (holiday at home:) with a swim under the watchful eye of the Burj Khalifa. She was happy enough to paddle there for the rest of the day but I had an agenda we absolutely had to adhere to. And so we had a massive breakfast in the public extension of my living room – Le PQ and off we were to the beach. I didn’t think Nela was quite ready to experience the public one so we ventured all the way to the Marina to chill out at Barasti. And chill we did. So much and so hard we nearly missed the birkam yoga that was next on the list. My poor little sister ! She had already taken in more heat in the past 12 hours than she had in the entire past 12 months. By the end of the 90 min session she was as worn out as pair of athlete’s socks. But the day was far from over ! My sis couldn’t have stayed oblivious to the fact that I live in a walking distance from the world’s biggest mall. And so that’s where I took her. And that’s where she – having seen it in all it’s might and glory – had fallen in love with the Burj. Ever since then everywhere we went she I had to point her to the direction of it (in case she wasn’t able to see it herself). We watched the fountain show, we ate, we watched some more fountain shows and then when we could barely walk any longer we headed home.

Lift selfie.. first one of many

Lift selfie.. first one of many

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L<3 ve vole

L<3ve 

Next day after the obligatory morning swim it was time for some more beach living – we put our swag on, slipped into the roller skates and left the SZR behind once again. The beautiful thing about Dubai is that nobody skates around here. And so – this early in the morning we had the roads to ourselves. We skated for hours, we dodged a few jellyfish, we burnt in the sun … and then we still had most of the day to spend smoking shisha, eating and endlessly chatting. Oh how beautiful life can be !

LIfe with you is so dope

LIfe with you is so dope

Sistas on da beach

Sistas on da beach

 

What else did we do ? We rented bikes and cycled around the Marina. We sweated our asses off in the Miracle Gardens of Dubai. We went to the Palm to see world’s most crowded aquarium. We ate like crazy. We smoked more shisha. We tanned some more. We went to my favourite park in the entire world. And we had so much fun! It was amazing being able to share some of my everyday life with one the most important person to me. I wish I could have kept her here forever but the week just flew by and before we knew it was time for her to go back. Luckily enough I have been rostered Prague three times in May and one of them is tomorrow!!!

renting a bike they said. easy they said

renting a bike they said. easy they said

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Zaroobabes

Zaroobabes

UR so beautiful

UR so beautiful

I'm skilled at taking selfies   doing whatever

I’m skilled at taking selfies doing whatever

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Another lift selfie? Just shoot me already

Another lift selfie? Just shoot me already

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Al Safa

Al Safa

Last Dinnah

Last Dinnah

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Gimme that meat !

Gimme that meat !

Seeing her off

Seeing her off

The last evening's selfie

The last evening’s selfie

Fly high , fly low, be happy and let life go. It always seems to know the right way !

x

G.

 

 

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The Three Man’oushes

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! 

I man'oushe you <3

I man’oushe you ❤

Step by Step

Today marks my third week in Dubai. It also marks the longest week of my life. I have noticed that as I grow older time seemed to have taken on a different speed – a year used to feel so long when I was a little girl and now it quite literally flies by. However this past week I was back to being 5 years old and every day seemed to have had 50 odd hours. Or at least I wished for it to be so as I could have really done with some extra time to study, finish my homework or even god forbid- sleep! It was indeed a very challenging week full of exams, practicals and assessments and very little of anything else. When I woke up last Sunday (which really means a Monday in here) I found myself overwhelmed, anxious and stressed just thinking about all that was ahead of me. I don’t really enjoy being either of those three- who does,right? – so I had to come up with a way to stop it.

I took a deep breath and decided to take it step by step and day by day. I turned into a little mayfly. I only lived for one day and its cause. On Sunday I lived for Fire on Board. On Monday for Ditching (landing on water) and Crash Landing. Tuesday for General Safety. Wednesday for Emergency Equipment. Thursday I lived to Survive- quite literally. And here I am- on Friday living for bikini shopping. And some studying too since I have a massive Boeing exam coming up on Sunday but again- no need to worry about that today!

unanticipated emergencies

unanticipated emergencies

Today I’m gonna enjoy the luxury of being able to post from the comfort of my own bed (oh yeah I forgot to mention how amazing I am for getting our apartment broadband, right?!) then get up and make my lazy way to the Dubai Mall to which I finally found a pathway to- so no need to go thru all the drama of trying to get on the first Friday metro service (seriously that deserves a post on its own so watch this space for more on that). Once I get there I’m gonna treat myself to a pair or two of…

10 hours later:

Right so when I got to the word “of” my door bell rang and Dolly (my batchmate Holly, who is such a doll hence the nickname) was there to pick me up for our shopping trip. We set off armed with ice coffees and enjoyed a sunny and dusty walk to the Mall. The original plan was to go and get some cheap bikinis from H&M… however does your shopping ever go according to plan? Anyway to cut a long story short we ended up in Ted Baker each with two pairs of swimwear and massive grins on our faces!! We pretty much sprinted back home to enjoyed as much sun as we could at our rooftop pool!

 

 

 

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Managed to get a couple of hours of pure chillax by the pool and then returned into my air-conditioned cave full of post-its and manuals. After a coupled of pages I remembered this abandoned post and here I am now ! Step by step, day by day I’m getting closer to finishing SEP (Safety and Emergency Procedures)and starting to fly !

Our little study group consisting of Ryan, Dolly and I wanted to get our teas delivered but we couldn’t decide whether it should be Thai, Lebanese, Indian or Italian so in the end we ventured outside and let our senses lead the way. They led us to Zaroob  which I absolutely LOVED ! I loved everything about it – the interior, the personnel, the FOOD, the drinks and mostly the chilled out atmosphere !

This post has taken me a whole day to finish – therefore I am not going to attempt anything longer 🙂

Love

x

G.