Holidays Are Made In Heaven

They definitely are! I had so much fun and the memories still get me smiling at random times. One proverb haunted and taunted me for a while though, “A fool and his money are easily parted.” I don’t have it in me to call myself a fool but my money and I were eeeeasily parted. It’s almost like I went crazy. Should I be ashamed? But it’s not every time this happens… I’m not ashamed… Ok I am, a bit.

England was cold. I spent less than 60 hours there though. According to my friend, I just went to stamp my passport lol. The snow and cold were not very friendly. They added to the suffering I went through. It wasn’t serious suffering sha but still. Ok, let me explain the suffering.

I flew Emirates so my trip was Lagos-Dubai-London-Dubai-Lagos. The suffering was on the Dubai-London leg.The flight was rerouted to Gatwick Airport cos Heathrow had to reduce their activities by 20% because of the snow (I still don’t get why they make a big deal of this same snow every year). Anyway, from Gatwick they got us on a bus (like school children) to Heathrow. Dragging two boxes and my bag didn’t make it very pleasurable. I was cold and tired and that’s when I began to ask myself if that trip was really necessary. It was all worth it when I saw my friends, though. Lovely mini reunion.

But Dubaiiiiiii, gosh! The weather was beautiful, lights were brighter, grasses greener, birds chirpier… ok that’s my inner poet speaking (lol) but it was really nice. I met up with a friend’s friend and together we conquered the city. My hotel was beautiful and my friend’s was walking distance which was a plus.

We went to Roberto Cavalli’s club (with its VERY pretty restroom), went to an R & B club at a place called Lodge (you should have seen the way I jumped when P-Square’s ”Do Me” came up), got lost together, found ourselves, walked at random times of the night, took photographs with strangers, window shopped, bought roasted corn by the road side, watched fireworks, went to places with names I can’t remember, even went to check for spare parts for a friend’s car and to look for wedding bands for my friend at the gold souk. It was pure bliss.

An Arab man “priced” me. He met me in the lift. Said something in the lines of “you have good body. I give you 300 dirhams. Room 105 my room. You come yes? Tomorrow, I go back Abu Dhabi, take my number”. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry initially but when I got to my room, I burst out laughing. Sigh…

And I almost forgot to mention that I saw Asian lesbians in one of the clubs. I kid you not people, the boyish girl had her left hand inside the girlish girl’s thighs. Way up and I stared till I got caught. They were sitting beside each other in a dark corner but yours truly spotted them till yours truly got spotted. I should have spoken to them for inspiration for Tangled…

Then there was the Indian cabbie, who took me to an overpriced Nigerian restaurant. I spent on a one-course meal what I would have spent on a 3-course meal somewhere else.

Sadly, I didn’t have time to go to Abu Dhabi again. I really hope HE wasn’t waiting there for me.

All in all it was a beautiful 10 days. I find solace in the fact that I shall get paid tomorrow. Amen somebody!! And I shall definitely be visiting Dubai again!

I’m back at work and I worked on Tangled on my way back so expect something soon

Have a look at the biggest gold ring in the world.

Big kiss

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