Well rank you again Our Ferrari soothsayer. We flew to Dubai in an A380. The temptation I find when confronted with unlimited Movies and TV is to pull an allnighter and absorb as much as available. This was assisted by following the sun with it only disappearing halfway across the Indian ocean.
Soph didn't help. She has an almost childlike love of clouds and spent hours photographing across not only the continent but also over the ocean. Therefore the window shutter to our row remained open when others had drifted into transit delirium.
One great addition to the flight is the ability to pull flight details off your plane and live camera feed as you fly, and land. Given that they take back your headphones early I recommend switching across to Tail view as you land. It is definitely a new perspective.
Dubai international is great. You keep in your mind this internationalism and well personally adjust the sliding scale for Australia due to our communicated pursuit of multiculturalism, albeit with the odd xenophobic throwback. But Dubai airport makes you realise how much you are yet to see. I love cities for their people and communities, both the warm and attractive and the frailties that so often come with being human. Dubai international at 12am is a wonderful microcosm of humanity. So many eyes, colours, clothes, languages, interactions etc. What also makes the terminal an experience is the massive arched roof. Combined with the light, date palms, silver and white it is impressive in itself. There are cool red recliner chairs in quiet spaces around the airport where the united economy nations gather to sleep in their non lounge/connecting flight haze.
We lapped the terminal three times failing to locate two spare. A green pashmina came into it's own, converting our non recliner version red chairs into our own sleep tent. It is now 10am AEST, 3am UAEST and are once again feeling normal, albeit non campos enlivened normal.
So off again this time on the final leg to Delhi, where the journey begins anew.