Showing posts with label airport. Show all posts
Showing posts with label airport. Show all posts

Sunday, January 31, 2010

F***ing Good Morning to You Too!

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Last night hubby flew back to Dubai for a couple of days before heading to China for a good two weeks. I'm not going to nag about his business trips and how we're never together anymore. This is not the topic of this post. I just had to mention this detail because his flight was at 3am so we stayed up until 1:30am when he drove to the airport (it's just 7min away by car, no traffic); and then I couldn't sleep until the plane took off (air catastrophes aside, I just do that every time someone travels). Bottom line, I wasn't asleep before 4am.

Late night fantasy of "grasse matinée"

I thought it was all OK because I would sleep late today; after all it's what Sundays are for, right?

But our great leaders had other plans for me and so this beautiful day started on high note.

We live two steps away from the Bristol Hotel which is a favorite location for our delightful politicians to organize parties and whatnot.

People familiar with the Bristol area will tell you parking's a bitch (pardon my French) and none of the buildings which were designed sometime around the 80's have underground parkings. So the entire neighborhood parks on the sides of the streets.

As mentioned earlier, today is Sunday and most families in my building only, let alone the entire neighborhood, have already left to the mountains since yesterday. Most of these families own two cars but use only one on weekends. Which means that the remaining car is nicely parked on the side of the street since Friday night.

And this fatalistic morning...

My sunshiny wake up call today? The police blasted through their microphones for people to remove their cars on both sides of the road! Apparently our national security heroes are very afraid someone might have left a bomb or something targeted at one of our (I'll say it again) delightful politicians.

First of all: If you're so damn scared of what your own people might do to you, you need to start wondering what you've done to them to make them that angry

Secondly: If you're so damn scared of public places, why don't you hold your little parties in a less urban location? There are hotels everywhere in our tourist-friendly Lebanon. Do you have to do your thing in the middle of Beirut, in its most crowded area between Hamra and Verdun? Streets are crowded with cars. You don't like it, move. We definitely won't mind having not to bear the weight of your oh-so-damn-annoying presence!

Secondly (bis): If you're so damn scared of public places (I have another option for this one) why don't you hold your little parties in one of your mansions? All of you delightful politicians have big houses with 24hrs a day power supply. And if you're so keen on securing the location, yours are already fortresses! The streets (and their surroundings) you live on are more than secured , as if you owned Lebanon's public roads and sidewalks. So why bother securing an entirely new area when you've already got checkpoints around your homes and we common citizens have to go through your insulting staff every time we must pass by?

Thirdly: Even if every car owner was in town and could move their cars, where would they park them? It works the other way around too: Even if there were available golden parking spots somewhere, all the cars owners are not in town!!

My two cents

I'm no security expert but I've got some fairly acceptable managerial skills so I'll venture and advise our (again, can't help myself) delightful politicians and their amazingly qualified staff the following:

IF YOU WANT THE STREETS TO BE EMPTY ANY DAY OF THE WEEK AND PARTICULARLY ON A SUNDAY

DO YOUR JOB AND WARN PEOPLE A FEW DAYS AHEAD OF TIME!
(how difficult was that to think of?)

OK, YOU CAN'T THINK THAT FAR, FINE. HOW ABOUT WARNING THE PEOPLE THE DAY BEFORE THEN
(is that one also impossible?)


If you expect the citizens who were silly enough to vote for you to do their part, how about you start by doing yours?

Today is going to be grand!
I can feel it.

The sirens haven't stopped yet as if clearing the roads was some kind of medical emergency. The idiot behind the microphone is still shouting at people as if they were common criminals (I mean come on, who would park their car in front of their own building?) and he was doing society some big favor. (And they wonder why we hate them?!)

And I am fairly certain that even when the roads will be clear (and most of the neighbors will have to go pick their cars up from the impound) the sirens will not stop.

La Morale Monsieur Lafontaine?

Basically we scream "democracy" and "republic" during elections campaigns.

Then we actually throw away all that crap, enforce "feudalism", crown ourselves Lords (if not Kings or even Emperors) and treat the so-called citizens like serfs.

Finally, the common people (or "serfs" for those who haven't been following) can enjoy the GREATNESS of FREEDOM by reelecting us again, and again, and again, and again, and again (and if/when we die, elect our children) again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and... Until eternity.

A Freaking Good Morning to You Too!

Friday, January 8, 2010

Airports...

English ✮ Français

Since both my sister & brother have traveled back to where it is they reside and work, I don't want to think about Goodbye Airports. I hate them! And because I'm missing my sister & brother very much these days, I want to remember Welcome Airports. The days they arrived. The Airport was happy. We were happy.

Puisque ma sœur et mon frère sont tous les deux rentrés là où ils vivent, je ne veux pas penser aux Aéroports des Adieux. Je les hais! Et puisque ma sœur et mon frère me manquent énormément ces temps-ci, je veux me rappeler des Aéroports de Bienvenue. Lorsqu'on les a accueillis. L'Aéroport était heureux. Nous étions heureux.

Photo Taken by Rouba Abouzeid
On December 12, 2009
An Airport

Photo Taken by Rouba Abouzeid
On December 21, 2009
An Airport

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Saturday, November 7, 2009

TravelOverdose

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How do you know when you've been traveling too much?

My hubby keeps discovering new symptoms:

  1. The airline attendants greet you by your first name when you step in the plane

  2. Your favorite restaurant at the airport duty free knows your order by heart and starts preparing the food as you enter the room

  3. The flight attendants ask you "where were you last week" when you miss your weekly flight

  4. When you know which door will open at the arrival and even the cabin crew asks you about it

    Hubby takes the Dubai/Qatar Qatar/Dubai flights every week and knows to always book the last seat on the plane because unlike other flights, upon arrival, you exit from the back, although you've boarded the plane from the usual front door. It's not always the same crew on board and it so happened once that one of the attendants noticed upon landing that everyone was standing looking towards the front and waiting to get out while hubby had his back turned to everyone else and was standing in front of the back door; so she asked him "which door is opening?"

  5. And the one I experienced myself just three days ago as we were on our way back to Dubai on the Doha flight which hubby takes religiously every single week:

    Not only have you seen all the movies and series but you know all the inflight entertainment program by heart

    Yes, hubby was sitting next to me, watching a program without his headphones on while I was quietly playing my sudoku (no headphones on my ears either, even my screen was off). Instead of leaving me alone, he started our own private dubbing of the program on his screen! Even letting me know in advance what was going to happen next... Mmmmh... Not the best screening ever!

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Comment savoir quand il grand temps de défaire sa valise?

Mon homme a une liste des symptômes:

  1. Les hôtesses vous accueillent en vous appelant par votre prénom à l'embarquement

  2. Les serveurs de votre restaurant favori à l'aéroport connaissent votre commande par cœur et les cuisiniers commencent à préparer vos plats avant même que vous ne commandiez

  3. Les hôtesses vous demandent où vous étiez la semaine dernière quand vous sautez l'un de vos voyages hebdomadaires

  4. Vous savez par quelle porte sortir de l'avion alors que même les hôtesses semblent perdues et vous demandent conseil

    Mon doux et tendre prend le vol Dubai/Qatar Qatar/Dubai chaque semaine et sait très bien qu'il est préférable de s'assoir au fond de l'avion car à l'arrivée, on sort par la dernière porte à l'arrière (alors qu'on embarque par la porte habituelle de devant), détail que même certain membres de l'équipage ne savent pas (ce ne sont pas les mêmes équipages qui prennent ce vol chaque semaine) et l'autre jour, après l'arrêt de l'avion, une hôtesse remarque que tout le monde est debout, tourné vers la porte d'entrée alors que mon homme est le seul debout dans l'autre sens devant la porte du fond; elle lui demande alors quelle porte prendre pour la sortie!

  5. Et enfin, le dernier symptôme dont j'ai été moi-même témoin il y a de cela trois jours quand on rentrait de Qatar à Dubai par le même vol que chéri prend chaque semaine:

    Non seulement vous avez vu tous les films et séries télévisées à bord, mais vous connaissez tout le programme par cœur

    Oui, mon homme était assis à mes cotes et regardait une émission sans ses écouteurs pendant que je jouais à mon sudoku en silence (pas d'écouteurs pour moi non plus, de toute façon même mon écran était éteint). Au lieu de me laisser tranquille, il entama une session de doublage de l'émission qu'il regardait, a voix haute, avec commentaires et en incluant même ce qui allait se passer à l'avance! Mmmmh... Pas vraiment ma meilleure expérience cinématographique!


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Saturday, June 27, 2009

Swings...

English


Pas les balançoires...

Mood Swings.

It all started last night. I was just sitting, facebooking and twitting when all of a sudden, I felt like I was about to burst into tears. No apparent reason. No, I am not PMSing. Couldn't shake off the feeling but managed to keep everything bottled inside, as any sane insane person would.

But later that night, as I was lying in bed next to hubby, I just couldn't hold it in anymore. I exploded. I started crying like a mad woman! Why? Well no specific reason in particular. It's probably just a combination of a million things.

My guess? Death. I hate it. It scares me... To death. And every time I'm faced with it, or the thought of it, I freak out. Obviously, all the buzz around yesterday's events must have acted like some sort of catalyst.

So I start a long tirade in between sobs about how life is short and we're spending it away from each other with all his business trips. And sometimes I hope we would just go back home and even if it means living with our parents and don't care if we make enough money to sustain our family. And then I start thinking about my parents and my sister and how everyone is in a different country... And how life is short and we're spending apart... And somehow the vicious circle closes and I get stuck inside with no way out.

But let's face it. It's not only about my usual separation anxiety and death paranoia. I've been stressed for a few days now.

Hadhoud has been scheduled to travel to the USA for a while and he finally got his Visa last week. So his trip was far from being a surprise but as we slowly got closer to his departure, I slowly got closer to a nervous breakdown. The Air France flight that claimed so many lives only a few weeks ago is still on my mind and it's not helping my newfound phobia of airplanes. I used to be able to travel and actually enjoy it. Now every time I set foot in a plane, I start to freak out. Blame it on stress. Aging. Vivid imagination. Whatever. It started the first time back in 2005. I remember the incident. I started to have a panic attack right after I buckled my seatbelt and the palpitations didn't stop for a good half hour or more.

And it's not only when I'm the one traveling. I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack every time someone I love has to travel which is insane: Hadhoud's on a plane every freaking week!

So anyway, he was sweet enough to calm me down at an godforsaken hour, as usual. Rationally. We had discussed all his traveling before he took the job and we had both agreed it was OK because it was only until December (and I am really OK with it, deep down), then the trips would be less frequent and only if really necessary. And of course as usual, I move on to realize that we worked hard to earn what we currently have, and we have a good life, and health (despite the manageable ups and downs in that area) and we'll soon expand our family God willing, and we'll be able to provide for a safe and steady future. And finally, I could to sleep. Well not immediately, but at least I gave Hadhoud a (really) few hours of sleep before a long day.

This morning we woke up at 5:00 and had some coffee, then waited for the airport pick up car.

I think I'm OK today. Well, I'm actually drowsy from sleep deprivation so to speak, so I can't really know for certain :-P


Local Time in Dubai ✮ Sat. June 27 10:00

Hadhoud has been sitting in his cabin since 8:30. He's very happy. He got an upgrade from his business class booking to first class. I'm relieved about this because he's on meds at the moment as he's suffering from major back pains and he couldn't find the time check it out between his flying back and forth from Qatar to Dubai (respectively for client/project and USA visa) during the past couple of weeks. And now he's stuck in a cabin for 17 hours which cannot possibly help. Business class seats on Emirates Airlines are usually quite comfortable so we were feeling better about the whole thing. And apparently, the flight was full and Hadhoud was eligible for an upgrade since he's a frequent flyer (gold skywards member -- all this traveling should have some kind of positive outcome, right?) and so they moved him to a first class cabin. He blackberried me a photo before take off:


Hubby's message:
"U can see my cabin and to the right is my minibar
Sent from Blackberry"

He obviously started playing video games the minute he sat his butt down :-) I thought he would have been tired from all his time on PlayStation at the lounge, by apparently, he's always got spare energy for games! :-)

He promised to call the minute he lands, which won't be before 1:30 am. Today's going to be one long, stressful day.


Update 1 ✮ Local Time Sat. June 27 15:30

Wondering what Hadhoud is doing right now... Or watching... Last night he checked online for all the films available on his flight :-)

Well, not really an update, but what can I do? I am just sitting there, doing absolutely nothing. Just wanting this day to end, 1:30am to finally be there, and Hadhoud to call me and tell me he arrived safely...


Update 2 ✮ Local Time Sat. June 27 19:00

The mild headache that hasn't left me since last night just officially turned into a freaking migraine! :-(


Update 3 ✮ Local Time Sat. June 27 20:00

A little less than six hours to go... I'm useless today! Did absolutely nothing! Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Except for counting the hours, obviously. Can't wait for that phone to finally ring!


Update 4 ✮ Local Time Sat. June 27 21:30

Loume finally finished work and is on his way home and because he's a good brother, he called to check if I wanted to go have lunch/dinner (he hasn't eaten all day). Somehow I managed to fight with him over absolutely nothing which was a change from all the fighting I've been doing against myself and agreed to get out of the house. I'm not really hungry, managed to everything sugary in my kitchen, and I could possibly throw up, but since I hate vomiting and I'm usually so scared of it I literally faint, I'll pass on the throwing up and go have dinner instead (Doesn't make sense? Who cares?) It will be good for me. Maybe these freaking hours will pass a little faster if I'm out, not staring at a stupid clock.

Dressed.
Waiting for Loume to get here.


Update 4 ✮ Local Time Sat. June 27 23:00

Just got back home. HAPPY! SOOO HAPPY! You guessed? Hadhoud called :-) I'm so happy! We were heading back to the car and he called at 22:45 to give me some news! Yes! Me so happy! Can't stop saying it! :-) He let me know he's fine, no back pain, enjoying a very comfy trip in his cabin; had a nap, watched movies and quite satisfied with the whole trip so far. Only set back: the flight will be a bit delayed because they had to stop in Canada (???!!!!) to drop off a lady who got sick during the trip. My heart dropped! Sick?! What kind of sick? Not the flu kind right? Well no, apparently, it's not swine flu. She has a condition or something and they had to take her to the hospital. They will take off again in about an hour which means that I won't hear from Hadhoud before 3am but that's OK. I'm glad I got some feedback now at least. Finally! ;-)

I will be posting this now. And if you're still interested, you can still come back here to get the remaining updates :-)


Update 5 ✮ Local Time Sun. June 28 01:30

It seems that I won't be able to stay up and update this in real time... They ended up taking off at about 1:00 which means that Hadhoud still has about three more hours to go before finally landing:

Hubby's message:
Sunday, June 28, 2009 12:41 AM
"Taking off in 5 mins will arrive to san fransisco in 2-3 hrs. Plz go to sleep.
Sent from Blackberry"


Update 6 ✮ Local Time Sun. June 28 09:00

Got an SMS from Hadhoud at 7:00 but didn't hear the phone. He mentioned he had finally arrived to the hotel and he would send me an email with the details. And so here it is below. THANK GOD THIS DAY IS OVER! (Don't even want to think about his trip back home :-P)

Hubby's last message:
Note: Hadhoud enjoys pronouncing California with an Arnold accent :-P so he made sure he kept all his authenticity in writing as well :-P

Sent: Sunday, June 28, 2009 8:49 AM
Subject: update from cali for nia

Yalo from Californiiiiia

I am sitting on the coach but I feel very dizzy…too tired and I need to go get some sleep. Today’s trip was cool but tiring. There was a lady who was very sick so we had to stop at Calgary-Canada and this added around 3 hours to the trip, total flying is 20. Anyway can’t nag a lot coz really the first class in this plane is a lifetime experience, pictures do not reflect the true luxury…really wow. [...] it’s a private suite with everything you can dream of, food is a la carte whatever you want whenever you want, Dom Perignon… the suite has a minibar and they even make your bed if you want…and give you pijamas… [...] Anyway when I reached SFO airport, as expected I was sent to another security check and this is the office where you can wait for hours. I was lucky, a very nice guy took me to the office and took all the details in less than 20 minutes he was extremely nice and he said that he cleared me from the system so hopefully next time I won’t need further checks he was also bragging that SFO airport are efficient and not like JFK where people spend hours, even in security they have competition :-) anyway everything was good after that, took the car (Mitsubishi eclipse) and drove to Monterey, 2 hours of driving ….finally got there…very tired. I got you some pictures from Plane, Calgary and SFO-California road. I will call you tomorrow when I wake up, probably your afternoon. Love you




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Saturday, May 9, 2009

facebooking at the airport lounge - bis


I was at the airport today and I wanted to update my blog with a few pix but for some reason, the network blocked my site! Go figure!



So here I go, posting them now...

Taken by Rouba Abouzeid
On Saturday, May 9, 2009
Lounge at Beirut Airport, Lebanon

Thursday, April 30, 2009

I promised a post today…

... And the day is not over yet.

Today I had a major cleaning-attack! For some reason, I cleaned the kitchen like a maniac! I pushed the fridge, the stove and the washing machine and did like four or five soap “turns” everywhere including the floor, which took me ages to wash away with water, obviously… Then I attacked the balcony which looked like a freaking sand box with all the storms we’ve had recently! And finally packed. Because today we’re flying to Beirut. We’ll be staying a week and then back to Dubai. The trip was kind of unexpected but necessary and we finalized everything last night. Right now, I’m typing this post as I am sitting at the Lounge in Dubai Airport… Did I hear pix?

Thursday, April 2, 2009

facebooking at the airport lounge


This one is dedicated to my hubby & brother ;-)



Taken by Rouba Abouzeid
On Sunday, April 1st, 2009
Lounge at Beirut Airport, Lebanon