Off to Dubai

I've been fortunate enough to be sent to Dubai on a short business trip. I've headed over with my boss Stuart.

The journey started with me catching the 11am train from Edinburgh, to Falkirk, where Stuart picked me up on the way to Glasgow airport. We arrived with plenty of time only to find our plane was to arrive 40 minutes late. Not a good start!

We eventually departed an hour late. We had both booked online independantly, but by pure chance we ended up sitting across the aisle from each other.

I wasn't unhappy with Emirates, the service was good, the meal (Halal lamb) was delicious, and the movie selection was great. The flight was seven hours and felt every minute of it. It doesn't help being as tall and wide as me in economy class no matter what the airline!

We ended up arriving an hour behind schedule. We were bused from the tarmac to the terminal. We drove past rows and rows of Emirates 777s, an amazing site. The terminal is fantastic, just huge, and looks brand new. I know it's not really old, but they keep it especially clean.
Arriving at Dubai is a dream. With no arrival card to fill in, they just swipe your passport and welcome you through. Then they scan your hand baggage quickly, then you pick up your bag at one of about 20 carousels, then bingo you're in Dubai. I wish every country was that efficient and friendly.

By the time we rode the taxi to our hotel, Radisson Blu Media City, and wound down, it was about 3:30am. Nice room though.

I had to wake up at 6:30am to get my suit on, have a bite, and head off with Stuart for a meeting.