Destination Dubai (Diary of a Six Month Old)

You would have figured by now that I’m not one to stay put in one place for too long. After flying from India to Ivory Coast and then flitting back and forth between San Pedro and Abidjan for pediatric visits, I logged another 13000 kms this month going to Dubai and back (do you think I should apply for a Guinness World Record of the youngest kid who has flown over 25000 kms?)

In fact, that’s why you didn’t hear from me last week. I was gallivanting across dazzling Dubai, storing lots of new experiences in my little brain to narrate to you!

So here goes…

Firstly, what was I doing in Dubai? Now, you might think I went along with my Mum or Dad because they were heading there. Nope. Wrong you are. It was, in fact, I who had an appointment there. My Mum just came along, you know, to carry my diaper bag, feed me, bathe me etc etc. You see, I was going to Dubai to spend a week with my Gramma and Grampa (my Mum’s parents). They came down from India two days before I arrived and booked a fancy hotel and all for me.

But before I get to Dubai, let me tell you about the journey. Mum started packing her and my bags ages before we left. I had a whole big suitcase all to myself! I would peek in every now and then to ensure she’s not missing anything. She’s quite organized though, I couldn’t find fault with the arrangements. From a bottle sterlizers to a bath chair, soap, oil, medicines, diapers, food and spares of everything, she’d got it all.

Papa was going to Singapore and we were travelling together till Dubai, so the journey was quite comfortable with two full-time caretakers hovering over me. To keep them adequately occupied, I poo-ed quite a few times in the flight. In fact, on one occasion, my poo managed to creep out of my diaper and I had to be cleaned and changed from top to toe. That was quite a chilling experience! (Don’t believe me? Try going bare in a long distance flight!)

Bored on the Flight Until I Met the Pretty Airhostesses

Ten hours is a long time and just when I started getting disgruntled because I wasn’t being able to play around on the floor, a pretty air hostess came by to have a chat with me. She brought plenty of goodies too and though I tried my best to get her to marry me, she said she’s already committed elsewhere. I got over the heartbreak soon enough because the week in Dubai was still ahead of me and who knew, how many more pretty ladies I was going to meet.

So Dubai came in the middle of the night and Papa dropped us off as far as he could go, that is, right until the immigration point. I think, if he’d had his way, he would have liked to hand us over to my grandparents outside, but he had a connecting flight to catch. I flashed my cute smile, got my Mum into the fast-track line for immigration and we were soon outside, being hugged by my warm, cuddly grandparents.

They were quite interesting to look at- I could see shades of my Mum in both of them- and so I kept staring at them for a while until I was satisfied with my analysis. In the days to come, I was going to be spoiled silly by them. To know all about that, check out my next post about what happened with me in Dubai