All of a sudden they turn super friendly. They smile all along the way, hand me newspapers and hot towels. They approach me by my name. Complimentary champagne and freshly squeezed orange juice included.

I’m so tired that about two hours ago I just cracked up in the middle of a buzzing Dubai Airport. More exhausted than I ever was travelling to Australia; and I’m only half-way. So what the hell has happened here, where I feel I’m thrown into a completely different world? (more…)