Saturday, September 12, 2009

Iceland

Last Saturday I was on a somewhat different businesstrip. I went as an observer on an exercise with the Swedish Natonal Air Medevac (SNAM) to Iceland. That meant we had to gather already at 05.15 at the airport and then flew to Iceland, where according to the exercise; a tourist bus, with a lot of Swedish skiers, had gone off the road and down a hill side and now there were a lot of badly injured people that needed transport back to Sweden as the local hospital was badly strained. The SNAM is a normal Boing 737 from SAS that in six hours can be rebuilt to an ambulance aircraft able to transport 6 intensive care patience and six less but still badly injured persons, about 30 relatives or lightly injured persons and a staff of nine doctors and about 15 nurses. Very impressive I must say!



As Akureyri is on the northern coast of Iceland we had a nice flight right across the island. Looking down reminded me of flying over Afghanistan. So empty. Just the barren mountains with snow covered tops and some streams between them. But apart from that I guess there are not many similarities between the two countries. I still remember how an Icelandic journalist told me about the amazment of president Karzai when he met his Icelandic counterpart. Learning that Iceland had no neighbouring coutries and had never been to war he concluded that it must be a happy country.



It is almost hard to believe that Akureyri is the second largest town on Iceland, outside the Reyjkavik area. With only 17 200 inhabtants!



Getting out of the plan was quite amazing, the airport was very beautifully situated at the end of a bay of the sea, between the green hills.



The SNAM team.



Even though it was only from a distance I am glad that I saw some Iceland-ponies.





While the "patients" were made ready, the rest of us got a short bustrip through the town.



So; the "patients" are all onboard and ready for the transport back home to Sweden.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Back in Belgrade!

Last weekend back in Belgrade was just great! The reason for going there right now was that I had a ticket for the Madonna concert Monday, but of course that was just a perfect excuse for going there again. I haven’t been back since October 2006, so it was a long time ago. As an extra bonus my wonderful friends had decided to arrange the now somewhat traditional boat party this Saturday, which of course was absolutely fabulous! The party and the concert are better described in pictures so that will come later, but one question I both asked myself and was asked to me several times is; what has changed since last time you were here?



On the first look it looked very much the same. Of course you see some new shops, others that have closed, some new restaurants and bars and even a few completely new shopping malls. Some housed may have been renovated, but many still look rather shabby, in their charming Belgrade way. But after a while you start to notice small differences. One new thing that I noticed in the streets and the parks, were the green boxes for dog litter and plastic bags to take it up with. With the amount of dog shit that used to be found on the streets this is really an improvement. (if they are used!). Another thing was that you now can pay with credit cards in almost every shop. They even had little terminals were you had to give the pin in even the smallest shops. Amazing!! I even thought the air was a little less polluted and that I saw less really shitty cars and more modern ones. All this taken together gives the feeling that Belgrade has become a little bit more modern and “normal”.



The most revolutionary however was the evolution that the men had gone through! I saw several men that actually were nicely dressed!! Not fancy, but maybe just a pair of nice jeans, shoes and a cool t-shirt or shirt. That is not so many sneakers-training pants and leather jackets as I remember it. That is really good. I mean the Serbian men could be really good looking and handsome, but they haven’t given a damn about trying or giving it an effort. They have just been dragging along in their probably very comfortable “uniform”, but comfortable is not reason enough. I mean how damn comfortable do you think the 10 cm stilettos are?! Not very, nor much of other kinds of women’s fashion either, but still we wear it because it looks good. So it is about time men make an effort as well. The most chocking experience I had this weekend however was that a Serbian man actually flirted with me!! That NEVER happened once in the year I lived here (nor my visits after that!). It was even a waiter in a café, maybe even more chocking!!


Sunday, May 31, 2009

Samos

Took a last-minute trip t Samos last week. Was really nice and relaxing. A very quite island, at least this time of the year. Not so much a party destination, but that was also not what I was looking for. Just some guaranteed sun and beach and relaxation, and that I got.

View over Pythagorio harbour





One day I took a trip to nearby Turkey and Efesos. Very interesting!












Beach of Phytagorio


Phytagrio



The hotel pool

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Too Fast Service??

Flew to Copenhagen over the weekend.
On Thursday I got an SMS from SAS telling me that I now check in via sms. All I needed to do was to reply YES to the sms. I did and received a confirmation, also via sms, informing me about my seat at the flight and welcoming me and whishing me a nice flight. I found it quite cool and was happy not having to line up for check in at the airport. However I felt a bit uncomfortable not to have a boarding card and as I also received an e-mail where I could print one myself I did so.
On the way back the same thing happened, I got a sms yesterday, replied and got a confirmation. Now I did not have access to my e-mail and a printer so I decided to just trying to check in with the sms.
When I came to the security check it seems it is not enough. The staff said I needed a bar code that I might have received as an mms, but I never got a mms nor any other information. They had no idea how it worked or how I should get the bar code and sent me back to ask at SAS. I went to the SAS information desk. There I had an interesting expereince! It turned out no-one at the desk knew anything about how it is supposed to work!! Apparently the whole system is very new and none of the staff had had the sms-chek-in-briefing yet! The woman at the counter said that the people working at the check in counters ought to know. But she also agreed with me that the whole idea seemed a bit wasted if I should have to line up at the check-in anyway. So what she did is that she printed me a normal boarding card, with a bar code, from the information in the sms!! Very funny!
It is amazing that they start a new service before anyone in the staff knows how it is supposed to work!

So; all I said about this during the weekend, talking about what a good and efficient service that is; I take it back!!

Saturday, January 31, 2009

The Trip to Cape Verde

The trip to Cape Verde came about more or less as a coincidence. My friend and I had been talking a long time about wanting to escape the Swedish winter for some sun and beach and were just looking for the right time-price-climate-combination. First we talked about Thailand, then Cuba and then even go for skiing instead, but somehow there was always something wrong. Then in a call to a travel agent, the agent all of a sudden suggested Cape Verde and gave us a good price for exactly the time we wanted to go. So in a matter of no time at all we had booked and paid the trip. I must admit I knew absolutely nothing about Cape Verde before and did not have too much time to read about it, but at least I scanned some web pages and the Lonely Planet for West Africa before going there. As this was only a one week charter trip I did not find it very important to learn a lot before leaving, although I normally really like to learn about a place I am going to.

As most tourists we ended up on the island called Sal. Of all the 9 inhabited islands of Cape Verde Sal is the flattest and most arid island, it is basically all sand, volcanic rocks and a few hills. As there is a lot of sand it means the island is not very green, but there are plenty of beautiful beaches. The main centre for the tourism at Sal is Santa Maria, where we stayed too. It is a small town that stretches along the beach. It is really not big, although huge holiday complexes are being built on the outskirts and along the beaches. Many are still under construction and I wonder if they all will be viable, somehow I am afraid they might overexploit it a bit. This far however, I did not have the feeling the place is yet overexploited. The town still has a very relaxed, laid-back and almost sleepy atmosphere, that I found very pleasant. Later I realised that many of the tourists stay at the all-inclusive resorts (many of them Italian-owned and Italian-visited) just outside the centre of the town and hardly ever ventured into the town and that’s why we did not see them. Therefore I was very happy we stayed in a smaller hotel that seemed to be run by Capeverdans and that it was not all-inclusive so we had the opportunity to try out some of the local restaurants and cafés.

We found some nice places to eat and drink, although some other people we met seemed to find the supply too limited. Of course, the place is small and the variety might not be huge but for one week the selection is ok, especially if you like to eat fish and seafood. The nightlife is also rather limited, but there are a few quite nice bars and some nightclubs. People seemed to find their favourite hang-outs and return night after night to the same place. As the town is so small that meant that you met the same people and got to know some which gave it a feeling of familiarity which was very nice. But still again, if you stay longer than one week you might want to visit some of the other islands too.

We had some plans to go to some other island as well, but we never did. To Boa Vista you can go by boat, but it was a bit difficult to find clear information on when and from where the boat left. I would also have liked to go to Sao Vicente, but there we would have to fly and that was quite expensive so we stayed the whole week at Sal. To me that was not a problem. I felt very comfortable with the laid-back attitude. The slogan of the place seems to be “No Stress”. Very appealing! I just loved to sit at a café or a bar and look out over the sand and the sea and doing nothing. That was really enough for me. The sea is very beautiful. Great green, turquoise waves crashed in on the sand or the black volcanic rocks in fluffy white foam. I believe the islands are quite windy most of the time and January is obviously the most windy month so sometimes the wind was almost a little too strong to be comfortable, but it felt very fresh and caused beautiful waves. The winds also make it a popular place for surfers of all kinds. Although now the winds were so strong that only the really good ones dared to go out. Sometimes the waves were a little too strong for swimming, but most of the time it was just good fun to dive in the waves. The wind and the sand also provided a free and very efficient full body scrub.

Life on Sal is less expensive than in Europe, but still not very cheep as almost everything, except fish and seafood, must be imported. They have there own currency the CV escudo, but as it is tied to the Euro you can pay with Euro everywhere. The rate used in most places is 1€ = 100 CVE although the official rate is closer to 110 CVE, so of course you lose on using Euro, but on the other hand that can be the price for the convenience of being able to use Euro. The good thing is also that the rate 1 to 100 makes it easy and very convenient to mix the two currencies at will. If something costs 10 000 CVE you can very well give 5€ and 5000 CVE. You also get both Euro and CVE back at the same rate, although I guess most shop-keepers prefer to keep the Euro and give CVE back. The only ones using the official rates were the official souvenir shops and the shops at the airport (some of them!) and that only complicated things. Most of the souvenir vendors that you meet in the street however are not from Cape Verde at all; they come from Senegal, Guinea Bissau or Angola.

One thing that I felt we missed was the music. Cape Verde is rather known for its music and relative to its size have quite few know artists. I read before that you can hear live music almost everywhere and many bars also had signs saying they would have live music some or even every night of the week, but during the week we spent there we did not manage to hear any live music. You do hear it in the shops, restaurants and bars etc, but of course live music is something different.

To some Gambia has a bad name as a tourist destination, because of the sex-tourism. There is a prejudice that most of the tourists are older European women going there to pick up young African men. That is; more or less the same thing that happens in Thailand, but there the Europeans are male, picking up young Thai women. I have never been to Gambia and can not say anything about the scale to which this is true, but I have been to Thailand and can say that there is nothing of that scale in Cape Verde. But of course you will get approached by persons who might have another agenda than just chatting for a while or having a drink or a dance. It can be a matter of getting you into their souvenir store and trying to sell you something. Or it can be a matter of them asking you to marry them and taking them to Europe. As we were two single women travelling together, we initially got the impression that it was more a matter of African - not from Cape Verde but always from mainland Africa - men approaching women. They were not very intrusive however and if you told them to leave they did, most of them were rather polite and funny and some even quite charming. The last night however, we became aware of the women approaching the male tourists. They were much more intrusive and persistent! Earlier in the week we had met two Belgian guys that we were hanging out with. The last night just one of them was in the bar as the other was sick, but he was talking to the owner of the bar, an older man who also happened to be Belgian. We joined in and stood with talking with them at the bar. The night began rather soft and relaxed as always, but then all of a sudden, some time around midnight, the ladies attacked. In a matter of no time the whole place was full of a different kind of women, and these ladies were aggressive!! One came up to our Belgian friend, although he stood between me and my friend and started rubbing herself against him. We were almost chocked. And more chocked we got when the guy did not turn her away, but later he left together with her!! Insisting she was not a hooker!!! The thing is we had seen her before and the older man positively confirmed that she is a prostitute. I have not seen that many prostitute, but this one only lacked a red blinking light at her forehead, so it is a wonder that men can be that blind!!

Unfortunately this left a somewhat stale aftertaste as well as us being robbed, but apart from that I must say I liked Cape Verde. I would definitely like to go back, but maybe then visit more than one island.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Cape Verde waiting!!

Ohh, I just can't wait until Thursday when I am off for some vacation. This time I am going to Cape Verde and anyone who has any tips and suggestions on what to do or see, please feel free to share them!!

Thursday, January 08, 2009

Frankfurt New Year 2008-2009


Did not get so very far as I might have liked to this holiday, but at least a short trip to Frankfurt, which was very nice.



Somehow I really like German main railway stations. They have a very special atmosphere. My favourite is of course Hamburg, for very special reasons. This one is Frankfurt Hauptbahnhof which I also like.



Monday, October 20, 2008

Balkan Blues

Spent a couple of days in Skopje last week. Was absolutely fabulous to be back in the Balkans. I have missed it for a while. The weather was also very warm and sunny so it was really nice to sit in a street café just enjoying being in a nice place.

Ok, Skopje might not be the most beautiful capitol in the worls, but on a sunny day sitting in one of the cafés or bars on the brink of Vardar is really nice.


A real Balkan party dress...

Of course I had to go to the market and get some spice and nuts.


Welcome to a Paprika Nation

Friday, October 17, 2008

WC at the Airport

Out travelling again I have been once again reflecting about something that have annoyed me many times. Airport-toilettes. At every airport you repeatedly get reminded on not to "leave your luggage unattended at any time". But every now and then you might have to visit the airport facilities and encounter small tiny toilette booths where the door open INWARDS!! Not only is the booth small, 50% is covered by the closette, then the door takes the remaining 50% when you open it. So how the hell squeese in there with your luggage?? No woman can have come up with that design!

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

On Mallorca

There are a few places that are famous or maybe even infamous as holiday places, where almost everyone in Sweden has been at some time. Mallorca is one of them. The funny thing is that even though I have travelled quite a lot I have never been to any of them. So this visit to Mallorca was something quite new to me. Ok, it was still very far from the standard charter trip that most people go for, as I flew with a regular airline and stayed in a house that my friends had rented, very far from the most hectic beaches. Hence it was very nice.



The House


However the last night we had a hotel in Palma which gave far more of a tourist feeling. We were still not staying in the most exploited parts along the beach but in the city centre, but we went to the beach for a couple of hours. It was nice as it was very sunny and warm, but the beaches were very crowded and not so nice like the ones closer to the house, but still ok.



One of the beaches closer to the house.


However some of my friends came up with the idea to go to where the German colony is gathering in Palma. As I used to live in Germany I was familiar with the place too as you often see broadcasts from there in German TV. Ballerman 6 is it called. The most famous place is obvious the Oberbayern. It is really infamous and we just felt we had to see it, just for a short visit before going to dinner in town.

We did not know exactly where it was but started moving in the direction where it had to be. Getting closer we saw a lot of signs but still could not find it. We where all a bit embarrassed to ask the way there, but in the end we send forward the only German of our group to ask other German looking people, which was easy to find. Then we were informed that it was still a bit early for the Oberbayern, at this time they recommended Bierkönig.

We walked the suggested direction and when we turned around the last corner we were all almost chocked and terrified. Just around the bend from the beach walk there was this street with all bright neon light for different very German institutions and there were hordes of very drunk people already at this time.



I think we all felt a little bit scared and intimidated and almost wanted to turn around. But nevertheless we entered the Bierkönig and ordered beer. We did not say anything about the size of our beers so automatically we got litres! And they came with metre-long straws!?! Amazing!! We laughed quite a lot and felt rather out of place, probably most of all so the only Spanish in our group, and probably the only Spanish guest there at all. After all, the beer was very good and we were laughing a lot. I just don’t understand why hell all the tackiness and the bad music.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

"Fighting" the Bulls??

When I arrived at Mallorca some of my friends who were already there had arranged tickets to the Corrida for that evening’s bull fighting. I had never thought I would go to see one as I always have felt it is a cruel and senseless “sport”, but as I now was given the opportunity and also am of the opinion you should try things if you get a chance, to be able to really know what to think of it; I joined. It was some excitement in the air around the arena and there was also some demonstrations outside it. When we walked pas the demonstrators I almost felt guilty and thought that I would have actually held it more likely that I should have been demonstrating outside than go in to watch the fight.

However, we went in and there was a quite exciting atmosphere and the arena was very beautiful and we were all rather excited and almost a bit nervous, at least those of us who had not seen bull fighting before. Then it all started!

I think the first game got us all a bit chocked. Well maybe I can not say that I was really chocked. I mean I grew up on a farm and saw animals being slaughtered already as a small child, so I have seen animals die and have seen lots of blood etc. But then it was always a matter of trying to make it as quick and painless as possible for the animal. It was quite a different thing to watch people trying to extend it and make it into some kind of game and torture of the poor animal and then finally kill it in a very disrespectful way. I found that very hard to digest.

Of course I can not see all the fine details of the moves and gestures the toreador is performing in the arena, but I must anyway say that I can not see that it should be such a manly thing full of bravery. I mean; when the toreador finally gets on his own with the bull, scores of assistants, picadors and banderilleros have already done their best to tire the animal as well as empty it on blood so it is by then almost half-dead.

No I must say this is no “sport” for me. After the first bull, five more met their fate in the ring that night and I must say, in the end it got only boring and tedious. There is no real excitement or surprise in the game as you know the outcome of the game; the bull will die in the end.

I agree with my gay friend who I was sitting next to, the greatest attraction of the evening was watching the toreadors butts in their tight pants…



The toreadors and their cuadrillas enter the stage with a lot of tamtam. But my gay friend said the outfits and the toreador's pink stockings reminded him more of a Gay pride parade.



I cheered for the bull!!



The picador at work. I felt sorry not only for the bull, but also for the horse.



Then finally, when the bull ist almost alredy half dead the toreador is starting his show. Chicken!!



This one he did not manage to kill by the first cut, nor the second...

Well; apart from watching the asses of the toreadors it was quite interesting to learn to waths and learn the circumstances around the game. That the audience waves their white handkerichiefs if they are happy wiht the performance of the toreador and then the mayor gets to decide if he was good enough to get one or maybe even two ears of the bull. Fabulous trophy!!

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Back again

So, back in Sweden again after one planned trip to Poland and one very spontaneous trip to Mallorca. I am really glad I went to Mallorca as it was nice to spend some more time with the friends I don’t get to see very often and it was also nice to get some more sun and beach before getting back to work. The weather is really bad in Sweden at the moment; it almost feels like autumn already. This holiday I really tried to be good at relaxing, not keeping my work mobile on or checking my mail. It was really nice to relax totally and not read or listen to any news for some time. But I am glad I picked up a newspaper on the flight back. I would have looked stupid at work yesterday hadn't I known that there was a war going on in Georgia...

I will soon try to post some pictures and give some comments from the trips.

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Summer Escape

Just came back from an intensive weekend in Poland. Was invited for a wedding just outside Warsaw. Was really great to see old friends again and the wedding was an excellent party that went on for days. As I had never been to Poland before either it was also nice to at least get a glimpse of Warsaw.

Coming back I got immediately depressed to find Sweden in storm and rain and with a feeling of autumn already, so right away I booked a ticket to Mallorca to meet up with some of the friends from the wedding who have rented a house there. I was invited to join in the first place but was just not ready to make that decision at that time, now however it feels as a great idea. More sun and heat before going back to work on Monday!! :-)

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Dubai Pictures

Just felt like posting some random pictures from Dubai.





Friday, July 04, 2008

Photos from Afghanistan

In case you are awaiting pictures from Afghanistan and you haven’t noticed, I have been starting to post some, but under the headings where I feel they belong, although that means that they will be put under “older” posts. Was considering to putting them all together as in an album, but decided for the other option, to put them in their context. Hope you don’t mind.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Girl Power

Another thought that struck me just before leaving Kabul was that I think Afghanistan would be better off if their women had more power. Of cause this is a general opinion of mine, but I believe it is even more valid in Afghanistan. At the airport you have to go through countless bag and body searches. Most of them are completely inefficient, but still you just have to let them do it. And as it impossible that a man should body search a woman or even see anyone do it there is often a small shed where the women go in to get searched. And whereas the men got more and more upset after each search and said they were more and more annoyed by the ruthless and unfriendliness of the officers, I had the completely opposite experience. At the first shed the woman referred to me as “sister”. Later I was offered watermelon and got some compliments for my bracelet and some new dari words. Therefore I believe the women are more compassionate and friendly and would have a very positive influence on the politics.

And anyway, I just had another proof of that men are completely impossible to understand. Completely unreliable and irrational…

The Internationals

It is quite funny, but no matter how different Afghanistan and Dubai are, they have one thing in common; they would not cope without their expats. However there are very different types of international. In Afghanistan you find the “humanitarians” and the “cowboys” travelling from one disaster or war zone to the other and like to talk about and comparing the misery in different places, the one place being worse than the other. In Afghanistan noting is really simple or clean. In Dubai everything is shiny and beautiful and they seem to believe it is possible to build away all problems and act as if there are no worries in this world; it is all a big party. Instead of moving from disaster to disaster people move from one financial centre to the other. In Afghanistan there are few parties and little investment and finance is more a question of funding. So what makes those people do what they do? What is their motivation? Money? Kicks? On the average maybe these two groups of people are not so different after all. The other day someone commented my trip to Afghanistan with: “That must be interesting, it is great that there are people who work with things that is not just about making money.” That made a huge gap very visible. I never thought of it like that. Not that I would mind making a lot of money, but I could not imagine spending my time on a job that I don’t find interesting.

Report from Dubai

I haven’t been blogging so much from Dubai because I did not have internet access in my hotel room, so here are some concluding reflections on Dubai etc.

I must say I have mixed emotions for Dubai. In a way I like it, as I like big modern cities, and I do like the hot climate and the beaches and the shopping etc. But it is so artificial. And it is still one huge construction site, I wonder what it will be like when it is “ready”. I fear it will be a little too perfect. It is all so clean, tidy, neat and well-organised. Of cause it is nice, but it is a little boring and annoying. It would get me on my nerves after some time. I would miss the “chilli in the sauce”; the unexpected and uncontrolled. Ok, I really haven’t seen much of the place, as my supposed guide stood me up or at least suddenly got busy elsewhere (men!!), but all I have seen goes in that direction, that is perfection. What really would annoy me if I stayed here longer is that there is no place where you can walk. Ok, when it is over 40 degrees outside you might not want to walk much, but the city is really only made for transportation in cars. The place is very wide-stretched and there are not much of sidewalks and the junctions are all but pedestrian-friendly and there is nowhere to go, no nice areas to stroll in, lest for the beach and the shopping malls. I guess there must be some parts where you can still see and feel some of the history, but all I read in the tourist brochures seem to be about “new” constructions in “old” or “traditional” Arabian style, nothing seems to be genuine.

As I did not get the private guided tour I was promised, I booked myself on one of the arranged tours. First of all I realise how unused I am to go on those things; I almost lost the group all the time and was nearly left behind at the end of it!! Anyway I got to see some of the “older” parts of the city and some souqs and the historical museum. There they had some quite fascinating exhibits in see how people lived in straw huts just 50-60 years ago! Then there was almost nothing there!



Of cause I visited some of the malls too, the one said to be the biggest outside US (I doubt it though as I think some that I saw in China felt bigger) Mall of the Emirates, where they have the famous indoor ski-slope, which I of cause had to try.





It was quite fun and it was surprisingly good skiing, but it was only fun for about 30-40 minutes and than that’s it.


The slope from the outside.

Maybe that what happens with all the artificial stuff, you get tired of it quite soon. I wonder how that affects people who live here. Maybe they too get artificial and superficial (and obviously unreliable, yes I am a little annoyed!).

Anyway everyone I met was very friendly, but on the other hand I mostly met foreigners working in the tourist service industry, mostly Indians. 80% of the inhabitants in Dubai are foreigners and from those 80% I believe 40% are Indian. The service level is very high, to me sometimes annoyingly high. You can not just look around on your own for a while, before there is someone asking if you need help, and what ever you do there is someone to tell you how to do it right, or what way to go or asking if you need help etc.. To me that is very American (although I never been in America) and I recognise it from Manila and it gets me on my nerves after a while.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Change of Environment

I have now arrived in Dubai and I must say it feels great!! I still haven’t seen much of the city, although it felt like it took ages from the airport to the hotel, but it all looks like one huge construction site.


My hotel; Oasis Beach Hotel, from the street.


The street outside the hotel.



But the hotel is so nice!! As I never go on “normal” holidays it is the first time I ever stay in a hotel like this one.



It is directly on the beach, a beautiful beach, and has a huge pool area and all the amenities you can expect from a nice hotel.



My room and my balcony overlook the pool and the beach, very nice. Almost directly after checking in I went swimming, at sunset. The water was so warm; I have never swum in such warm water, much warmer than the air at that time. A sign said it was 27 degrees in the sea!

As I completely mixed up the days of my arrival here, I thought I would arrive the 25and only this morning I was made aware of the fact that today is the 24.th, my guide will not have that much time for me tomorrow.

I guess I will be satisfied with just lying on the beach with my book, but maybe I will go out for some sightseeing on my own as well. No matter how nice the hotel, I am starting to get a little bit fed up at hanging out in hotels. But I do think I could live in a place like Dubai. I definitely have to come up with a plan on how to move to a warmer country anyway, because 13 degrees and rain does not sound to tempting!