We left Brisbane on Tuesday night at 11:50. It took us 14 hours to fly to Dubai and an additional 7 to get to Paris! We arrived in Dubai late so we only had about 10 minutes before boarding closed. We had to follow possibly the shortest staff member towards terminal A from terminal B. Now, you'd think that these two sections would be neighbouring, but we had to catch a train connecting the two terminals. >20 Paris-bound travellers from our Brisbane plane were running after this tiny Emirates woman. Mum tried her best to hold in her bladder intake because she was afraid of the aeroplane toilets. She didn't have time to go in Dubai, so she had no other choice but to cave in and use a plane bathroom. Then we got to Paris where we were greeted by a massive border security line because we weren't EU citizens. We eventually got in a cab with a driver who didn't have a care in the world.
I picked up some helpful pointers for driving back home:
- Don't indicate
- Honk you horn whenever you want
- Don't worry about lane markings
- Zebra crossings are just road paintings
And to top it off, everyone was driving on the wrong side of the road!
We had trouble getting into our airbnb flat but I managed to solve this problem by putting the key in the door! We did a walk around Saint Germain quarter and picked out some future afternoon tea spots. I also spotted a ton of cigarette butts scattered around. If I had a dollar for every time I saw a discarded cigarette butt, calculator error. Nevertheless, we'll be getting a good night's sleep (in actual beds, not upright in a tiny seat), ready to hit Paris tomorrow.
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