I'm
in Dubai airport with no bloody idea as to which gate I'm supposed to be at.
It's like an infinite maze of glass, chrome and duty free. My eyelids
have turned to lead and every time I manage to drop to sleep I wake up
with a jolt, surrounded by people in varying cultural attire. At one
point a group of men scooted past in what looked like a golf buggy,
all dressed head to toe in a singular piece of white cloth. Very
intriguing. Burkas for men.Travelling
is one of the few real blessings that the modern era has brought forth
amongst all it's belching petrol factories and children addicted to video games. I can never get rid of that insatiable excitement of
bursting into a new airport, surrounded by fellow travellers, all
the while trying so hard to look cool and worldly yet in reality looking forlorn and confused.
Being
in Dubai airport has been an experience in itself, never mind volunteering in South Africa! Its hard
not to be astounded by an airport that houses, within its chic
monochrome walls, an entire Hilton Hotel. Having said that, although
it's ergonomic achievements may be the best, it's cultural
developments may have proved themselves to be not so great. I went
into the duty free and 'Cosmo' caught my eye. The '28 mind blowing
sex moves' section sounded like an interesting way to waste a few
minutes. Unfortunately, I didn't get my chic sex education in the
end, because someone had taken the liberty of ripping that section
out of every single Cosmo in the store. At first I couldn't believe
my eyes and literally looked at all of them to determine that, yes my
suspicions were correct, there was a villain on the loose. Someone
wishing to deprive the good citizens of Dubai airport (because it
might as well have been a country) of the invaluable advice from the
nymphomaniac behind the Cosmo sex columns. I looked around me
horrified, all of the store staff appeared harmless, I still can't
fathom who the culprit might have been.
I
don't wish to sound stereotypical but after some thought I realised that I am in what I would call a fairly religious area, and can't help
but think that this was an attempt to rid the world of unholy
alliances with our sexual selves. On the other hand, Dubai could be
housing a serious sexual maniac who is probably in the toilets at
this very moment utilising the treasures that he/she stole from the
magazine. Who knows.
