some stuff i had on my flash disk...

(I think its Thursday)
Its about 1hr 30 minutes to dubai and im kinda sick and tired of being in this plane. I’ve slept, woken up, slept again- my body refuses to do that mess again. It doesn’t help that I didn’t sleep at all the night before so my time is all off. But its been about 12hrs now.. sheesh
I should do some reading.
Its 125degrees in dubai- ha ha im going to look rather silly walking in the airport holding my big jacket- but it was cold when I left nyc and it will be cold in Nairobi. it feels as though as soon as we got to the middle east it go ridiculously hot inside the plane.

Im kinda fascinated by the emirates- not sure why. I think especially cause a friend worked in doha for a while and she describes an interesting experience- fabulously wealthy kingdoms in which no one works so they import all their labour who live in certain parts of town and aren’t ‘allowed’ into certain parts of town (or rather the bus from the area they live in doesn’t go all the way into the town, so they have to walk the rest of the way. D says’s it used to until one of the princes’ felt some kind of way about it. Or she talks of camping in (what seemed like) the desert and when it came to lunch-time she’s all ready to fire up the camp stove when someone whips out a satelitte phone and orders take-out. Anyway, I’d need a visa. I was reading down the list of countries that don’t need visas to dubai and apparently Africans and latin Americans are not trusted- there was not one country from these regions. Im still quite salty at the fact that Americans can buy visas into Ethiopia from the airport and I, as a Kenyan (hello neighbour), cannot. Surely.

I know how to say fasten your seatbelt in araic- hazima tan matai- or so it sounds like. At this point im sure they are just saying that ever so often to keep us occupied/ give us something to do.