+ Travel in a world of adventures
Read my full day to day blog of my first big overseas solo trip.
13th Dec. Waking up at 2am after only having 3 hours sleep is just hideous. I pack a few last minute things and say my dreaded goodbyes to my gorgeous cousins who are half asleep and not too sure what is really happening.
Saying goodbye to people is a strange feeling, although it is sad, part if me always feels as though I will somehow somewhere see that person again, even if the chances are fairly low.
We jump into the car and head for the airport. My uncle is also heading away as he works in Saudi and has just been visiting home for the weekend. We arrive at the airport and he steps out the car with no luggage. I’m like what ? Where is your stuff ? It still amazes me now that he travels to and from Saudi every couple of weeks taking only with him the clothes he is wearing and his passport and wallet in his pocket !
Walking into Muscat airport after saying goodbye to my aunty we head through to check in and then through customs. On the other side my uncle was able to get me a lounge pass where they displayed breakfast and first class seating. Now this is how to travel. It made me grin from ear to ear.
Jumping onto my flight from Oman was sad as it hit me that I was already walking away from the first destination of my journey, 6 days was over in a blink of an eye. I just hope I can somehow hold onto the next days ahead and make them last longer.
Arriving in Dubai airport and thinking I had the right gate for a good 3 hours satisfied that when my flight blinks on the screen saying it is boarding that I would know exactly where it is. But I was wrong. Turns out I was at gate A14 in Terminal B as that’s where my plane had landed so didn't think twice or even know about a different terminal. I then was told “no you’re meant to be at Terminal A not B !” I needed to catch a train to my next terminal. I made my gate just in time.
After a dreaded 8 hour flight after a 40 minute wait on the runway before leaving I have now arrived in Durban- South Africa. My home town of where I grew up to the age of 8. A lovely family friend came and got me from the airport and this is where I will be staying for the next 3 days.
The time difference of 10 hours is hitting me hard. My head is spinning and I’m ready for bed.
xx Kirsty Claire xx