So as you’ll know we’ve arrived back to our home in the UAE, in one piece (well almost).
I can’t recall many occasions where everything just seems to be working against me but Thursday 8th August was definitely one of those occasions! I think I’ve shared this sentiment before but I truly believe that everything happens for a reason…it’s just this reason I’m still trying to figure out!
So where do I start…well firstly NEVER EVER pack your 6 suitcases the night before! Why did we have 6 suitcases you may ask? The truth is I wanted to stock up on the bits and bobs that are too expensive here or we just can’t get! Those items including all the gifts and clothes that the children accumulated during our time in London, resulted in the 6 suitcases as fore mentioned. You can imagine or maybe you can’t, what it felt like running on only 3 hours sleep. Admittedly, we did leave out late in the morning but all things considered, I felt that we got to the airport in good timing. We flew with Emirates on this occasion, as they are very generous with their baggage allowance. In total, we had 100kg to play with and in my head our total weight was no where near this…oh how wrong was I! The lady at the check in desk asked us to weigh each case one by one and as she continued to tag away, I felt that everything was ok. UNTIL, the bomb hit and after weighing all suitcases she explained that we were 33kg over! Curiously, I enquired as to the cost for the additional baggage and her calm response was £800+
Panic started to set in now and as we frantically tried to remove some weight, she annoyingly decided to mention that we had only 10 minutes until the check in closed. HOW? I didn’t even get a chance to take a picture of the carnage but there was stuff EVERYWHERE! In the end, we ended up leaving an entire suitcase behind of goodies! The drama had only just begun…we were instructed to go straight to the gate or else we would miss our flight. Thinking that the process of getting to the gate would be quick was hopeful. I think every single piece of our hand luggage except one got pulled up and searched. With the gate now closing in 20 minutes, pressure and stress levels were truly on an all time high! I decided to go ahead with Baby J, his pushchair and one hand luggage and sprinted to the gate. The only thing that I could verbalise and recite in my head is “we’ve missed our flight!” I need to work on being more positive…Thankfully, we managed to get there with just 10 minutes to spare!
Sitting on that flight that we almost missed, felt exhilarating until the realisation that we had left Jaxson’s spare milk in security dawned! I mean could it possibly get any worse??
That being said the actual flight was fine and J didn’t end up needing his extra milk as my mum had made up some baby food for him which he had on the plane. We arrived into Dubai airport at around 8pm and although absolutely exhausted from the 3 hours sleep and mayhem of the day, it felt good to be back in the sandpit. Our luggage arrived fairly quickly with none missing, which was also a massive relief! Well none except my tripod that my husband ended up leaving on the plane as we exited! Honestly guys and girls, I am NOT making this up.
My hubby (bless him) was in a frenzy and stormed off to lost and found in the hope that it would be handed in. They hadn’t yet cleaned our plane so we were told to send an email and that they would get back to us with an update. I wasn’t at all optimistic at this point and told my hubby that it is what it is. All I really wanted to do was get back to our villa and SLEEP!
Due to the large quantity of luggage that we possessed (8 pieces of luggage, J’s 2 piece pushchair, car seat, Baby walker and random bags) a normal 7 seater taxi would not take us from Dubai airport. We hadn’t preordered so ended up waiting around 20 minutes for a larger one!
Despite the absolute carnage of the day, the feeling of being back in our new home as a family is second to none! Something that I am very grateful for and excuses all the things that went wrong during the day!
We had a well deserved sleep that evening and a lovely first family meal in our new home. P.s. my tripod was found and will be collected soon.
Do you have any horror travel stories that you’d like to share?