The flight to Dubai was same as last time - shithouse.
We were greeted by Simon at Dubai airport where we exchanged handshakes and were soon into shits and giggles from a our high school repertoire of jokes.
That evening Simon took us to Delhi Darbar, an amazing Indian restaurant in Karama, the old part of Dubai. Tandoori platter, chicken tikka masala, lamb korma, Dhal tadka, 5 rotis, raita and rice came to a total of AU$45! Unbelievable and it was equally as good as old faithful Anghiti! Only downer was "please sir we are not drinking alcohol here.."
The next day Simon got called out to fly to Iraq at dawns crack. Ryan and I ventured to the Dubai Mall and Double Decker Pub for a wet lunch. Late afternoon we got our lips and lungs on - yes piss and tobacco. Then it was onto the Rockbottom pub for ladies night. Several games of pool, a glut of vodkas & soda, a packet of cigarettes and we were on the dancefloor. Unfortunately ladies night didn't start cranking till 12am and we needed to be at the airport by 6am so the ladies went home unscathed.
A big thankyou goes out to Simon for accommodating us and making our short stay a fun one! (I do need to add some of the racist jokes Ryan and Simon were saying were wildly inappropriate☻).
Although I upgraded my flight from Dubai to LA to business class, I found the 16 hour journey quite arduous indeed. A loud talking American woman and a baby bleating like a lamb prevented any quality sleep.
As we drove towards Hollywood in the shuttle bus the Don Henley classic "Boys of Summer" came on the radio. It excited me no end.."𝄞 𝄆I can see you, your arse cheeks shining in the sun! You got your pubes shaved off and your clitoris ring on baby!..𝄇"
