Dubai Arrival

After a shorter than expected flight of around 4 hours, we found ourselves atop the stairs of the plane exit, the hot desert-like Dubai midday enveloped us in moments. We quickly descended the staircase to jump on the waiting bus to take us to the arrival terminal. I felt profoundly comfortable upon entering the terminal, I think mainly because all the male airport staff were robed from head to toe in pure white, putting my Calcutta greys/offwhite to shame... and also they marched about in sandals like traffic controllers herding the mostly bewildered westerners through immigration. After stamps and eye scans and a thorough bag check, we boarded the Hotel minibus and in a matter of moments arrived at our courtesy hotel for the evening. It feels great to have a good long break before the long flight that awaits us to Brazil.