It took about two minutes for the bus to slowly drive from the Emirates plane to the airport. Getting through the grey tinted glass doors, into the airport was another task in itself, since there was now uproar within the passengers to quickly shift inside and be first in the queue for the security and passport check. Unexpectedly, we were near the start of the queue and the passport checking scarcely took no longer than five minutes. The security check of the hand luggage was also straightforward for my parents and my brother, but a security guard demanded to me, “Could you open your hand luggage sir?” I was carrying with me an mp3 player and a digital camera. Frustratingly after showing the other cautious security guards that these electronics were not dangerous, I became exasperated even further when I had to open all the battery compartments for additional security checks.
We now had a ten hour stay in Dubai until our plane to go to India arrived. All we could do now was to explore the modernity of this wonderful international airport, though doing this for ten hours seemed impractical and my tired dad now had a problem on his hands. He was exasperated even further to find out that we weren’t even getting a free room for ten hours inside the airport. My brother who could no longer now hold his self plodded off to the nearest gents toilets and all of us were thankful that the constant groaning had now ceased. After quickly booking one of the rooms in the hotel which was inside the airport it self, we rushed off to catch the rest of the eight hours of sleep left. My brother who was already relieved of one problem now had another urge to spend hours in the Arcade Centre which he saw near Pizza Hut.
After taking a much needed nap for seven hours we all took a soothing hot shower and got all of our hand luggage ready. The hotel room was perfect. The huge bay window on one side of the room showed the perfect view outside the Dubai Hotel. The bathroom itself was mainly made out of opaque glass, which added to the luxury of the room. We now had less than one hour for exploring the airport. My dad and I went of to the shops which interested us and my mum took my brother to shops that interested her. My dad was fascinated in the airport structure itself as it looked very modern. I was absolutely fascinated to see actual palm trees inside the building. They were lined along the wide pathways to the terminals and I took pleasure in taking videos of this modern airport.
After all of our family reunited, we filled our forgotten stomachs, which groaned in anger for not being fed. The family’s favourite restaurant was in much favour of being the place to eat; Pizza Hut. When our bellies filled up and stuck out like balloons they cried “STOP” and we were satisfied. Within the next ten minutes we had gone upstairs to our room and packed the hand luggage and put on some light clothing as we knew it would be unbearably hot in India. After giving the room key back to the receptionists at the central desk we headed off to the terminal. My mind wondered off - daydreaming about the next adventure we were about to encounter at the next stage of our trip. Images came into my mind, when we were back home, about my dad telling me about India and the torturing heat that awaited us.
After ten minutes or so, the long awaited announcement sounded our ears telling passengers of the Air India flight to make our way to the terminal gates. The long ten hours had given us a chance to rest and gave us a taste of the zest and excitement of Dubai. No doubt I was looking foreword to coming back to Dubai after four weeks and indulging myself in the excitement of exploring all of Dubai.
