When I landed in Dubai, the final battle had just begun to Andorra and the monitors were black. How stupid, now I had to wait until my next flight leaves in 8 hours from Dubai to Dusseldorf. In Dubai I had a lot of time and talked in the meantime with an Indian woman, who had helped on the plane briefly with her little sleeping child. She is traveling with her young child on the way to her husband in Holland, who works there and they will be collected by him in Dusseldorf. Through them I learned that when you fly with Emirates and has more than 4 hours Transfer stay between flights, that you then can get a free meal in the Emirates Lounge. So we went to the lounge where , the food only once to complete. We decided early in the morning to make the next flight. Then we found a couple of lawn chairs and sat on it to spend the night there. Meanwhile, some people went away on the chairs next to us and new ones were added. Thus, even a German young couple sat next to us, which I told of the breakfast at Emirates, because they traveled with this airline. They were surprised and grateful for the breakfast information because they knew nothing about it.
counter morning the Indian woman, her child and I to the lounge, where we expected a long queue. The corresponding charge of the vouchers Person, had gone to the break without the detachment had arrived, which was probably still in transit. We were early enough to set off for dinner, but had concerns that we, with so many people waiting not arrive in time for breakfast. After half an hour, and many disgruntled customers of the coupon man finally came and we could go to breakfast, which tasted delicious. Of course, I ate the free food as much as I could. Then the Indian woman, her child and I went to the plane, where our ways parted because of the different seats. On the plane I looked the movie "Avatar" to end and then a few other films, until I am not longer able to stay awake. In Dusseldorf, I was slightly late and took another good hour and a half until I was finally able to leave with my luggage to the airport. At baggage claim I had been concerned that my backpack is not there, because he pretty much concludes with the last pieces of baggage for the baggage belt rolled.
At the airport, my parents took me in receiving what I've been very happy. They had postponed their holidays over Easter because of me an extra day. At home, I unpacked my bags, ate cake with my parents and found out that the treats I had Vivek extra rumgeschleppt all the time in India with me, mostly bad were made. And I wanted them but to share with my family. The sweets were made of dough, sugar and milk, of course, the heat and the temperature fluctuations could not survive the last 6 weeks. Happy to be back home, I told of my experiences. This India-blog, although written much later, because I was recovering from my exertions little longer. And yet it is now done.
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