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Day 238 – Sleepless in Dubai

The night on the plane was long. Not uncomfortable but long. I mean, the flight time between Bangkok and Muscat where we had to switch planes was just 5 1/2 hours. Given that we both watched a movie, were fed snacks, our real vegetarian dinner, water and coffee, it did not make for a lot of uninterrupted sleep. At all.

Muscat was just more waiting at the gate for us. Transfer passengers don’t even get to see much of the airport itself. So we waited, hoped on the next plane and I fell asleep immediately. The woman sitting behind us woke us up when she asked Flo if we know why we are delayed. Until then, blissfully asleep, we hadn’t realized that we were off to a late start. The pilot explained at some point that we were still waiting on some passengers (probably a connecting flight) but I couldn’t care less as I got to sleep in a comfy airplane.

The flight from Muscat to Dubai is incredibly short with a flight time of 37 minutes. During that time, we received water and snacks. A lot of snacks. So many in fact that we saved the sandwiches for lunch time because we had already feasted on bread sticks and hummus, a chocolate brownie and chocolate chip cookies.

Arriving at Dubai at the local time of 3am, we stood in line for “foreign passports” for a bit before a staff person got us out and told us to stand a much shorter line. Germans get 30 days visa exempt so we got stamped in and that was that. Picking up our one checked in luggage bag and we arrived in the UAE.

Cute car, was even reasonably affordable for us

Cute car, was even reasonably affordable for us

It was still 4.30am though. And I was really really tired. There was nowhere we had to be yet so we slept for another hour or so in the arrival hall at the airport. At 6am, we decided to have breakfast in an airport cafe. My inner clock told me that it is time for breakfast as in Bangkok it would have been 9am. Checking with the help desk, we found out that the general consulate of Iran opens at 8am and thus, we had more time to spend. At 7.30am Flo rented a car so that we could get around in the city (mathematically that will be cheaper than taxis) and off we went.

Snood as an improvised headscarf to get into the embassy.

Snood as an improvised headscarf to get into the embassy.

The consulate of Iran was straight forward with the process of obtaining a visa. Since we already had a confirmation code, we just had to fill out the visa forms, leave passport pictures with the forms, pay and leave our fingerprints. Everyone was nice and seemed generally excited that we would visit Iran for the first time. I only had a tiny problem…I haven’t bought a headscarf yet so we had to improvise one. In the end, I used Flo’s black cotton motorbike snood as a make-shift hijab which worked surprisingly well but was way too hot.

Everything is ... big.

Everything is … big.

Once we had the application out of the way, we went to Dubai Mall at the foot of Burj Dubai. It’s a mall. Gigantic. Full of things and people and…we didn’t have the money for any of it. Taking pictures was still fun and we saw a lot but mall fatigue set in rather quickly. After three hours, ready for another nap, we left. This time towards our hotel, we hoped to be able to check in around lunch time. Our hotel was on the cheap side (for Dubai) and turned out to be in a quarter where many of the migrant workers live.

I had to take a nap first, then we explored the surroundings. So many flavours of the world. Tiny stalls selling flat breads which just came out of the oven. Falafel and hummus for dinner. So yummy!

Surprised by the fact that the ratio of men to women that we saw walking on the streets changed so drastically, I’d guess that the crowds we saw consisted of 80% men and only 20% women.

Day 200 – Mekong’s different faces

Looking out of the guest house first thing in the morning...we had cow visitors on the other side of the road

Looking out of the guest house first thing in the morning…we had cow visitors on the other side of the road

We got up early, packed all our things in a way that would let us get to passports and carnet easily at the border and went off in search for breakfast. The same restaurant where we’ve had lunch yesterday was open so we had more baguette and muesli. 🙂 The other two tables were filled with employees of an NGO and their kids who talked to us about motorcycle travels and the like. In the end, they were even able to give us direction to a printing place so we could print something off that we needed for the Iranian visa.

Having done that, we made sure to have exactly the right amount of US dollars before heading north. From Stung Treng, it is another 60km to the border. The Lonely Planet warns that it is in the middle of nowhere but we hadn’t expected that much nowhere to be honest. First of all, it was the worst road we have been on in Cambodia. Big chunks of it are missing, at stretches the seal has created mountains in the middle of the road and there was literally NOTHING around so we even stopped and checked if this was really the road or if we had taken a wrong turn without noticing. Nope, this was the road. Leading to the only border crossing between Cambodia and Laos. Continue reading

Day 132 – Skirting the rain

The mountains never far

The mountains never far

Sumatra and New Zealand have some similarities. Or at least the NZ South Island and Sumatra have things in common. Both islands have a mountain range running through them lengthwise, creating a west and an east coast. As in New Zealand, so is here the west coast wetter but probably prettier. This formed part of our reasoning while deciding on our route. Also, the Trans-Sumatra-Highway goes up on the east of the mountain range which might mean more kilometres per day but it is also the route that all the trucks will take. To spare us the traffic and to avoid the possibility of highway robbers (there were warnings of that), we plan to go up the west coast before heading right into the mountains. With this plan, we have the possibility of a whole lot of rain during our time on Sumatra. In the last couple of days, we recognized a pattern: It is never raining in the mornings, starts to cloud up around lunch and either starts raining then or in the afternoon. The path was clear…we had to be on the road as early as possible. Continue reading

Never a writer …

There are many things that I personally strive for. There are many things I can see myself doing. Being a writer or enjoying the written word was and never will be one of them. Be it to write in school, technical writing at work all forbid writing for “fun”. Maybe that is why it is all to easy for me to fall out of the habit of writing for this blog, but Continue reading