I also saw a couple of things that looked like ancient ruins from the air! Anyone have any idea what this is? Looks like some kind of gateway that has a modern road running through it.
The view of the Red Sea from the air was gorgeous. There were so many islands and sandbars and the water was so many different shades of blue around them.
We had an uneventful landing. As we taxied towards the jetway, I saw a bunch of these planes on the tarmac! Talk about an unfortunate name for an airline! They totally did it on purpose to discourage English-speakers from flying! Their slogan (in Arabic, of course) "TNT AIRLINES: NO HEATHENS ONBOARD, GUARANTEED."
..and here's the view from the plane! It's crazy when you look out an airplane window and you're like "Oh yeah, I recognize that from looking at THE GLOBE."
I love when you're high enough in a plane that you can see the curvature of the earth on the horizon.
View Abu Dhabi --> Cairo in a larger map
We flew northwest from Abu Dubai to Cairo. A couple hours in, I looked out my window and recognized the Suez Canal from the airplane. Here's the map version...
Check out the reeeediculous accommodations in Etihad's coach cabin! Here's the back story on why this shit is so pimp:
Abu Dhabi and Dubai are two of the Emirates (in the United Arab Emirates) and there's a competitive streak between them. The rich peeps in Abu Dhabi got tired of Dubai getting recognized worldwide for being so blinging all of the time...because they're like "BUT WE'RE RICHER THAN THEM!"
So one day some of the rich people in Abu Dhabi were lazing around one of their palaces, scheming on how to make the world realize that Dubai is a bunch of greasy bitches and then someone was like "Yo, I don't wanna front - so I'm just gonna say it. I flew back home on Emirates Airlines (the airline that Dubai started) and I gotta admit, that shit was pretty fly."
There must've been all sorts of resigned head-nodding as the rest of the crew reluctantly acknowledged Dubai's flyness. And then outta nowhere, somebody, Khalifa bin Zayed Al Nahyan, if I'm not mistaken, was like "YO! I HAVE TOTALLY FUCKING GOT IT! We should start our OWN airline and spend way more money than they did. You know, let's just get silly and totally try to make Dubai's airplanes look like TRASH! Then Abu Dhabi will be the new MEGAPORT in the UAE and people will realize that Dubai is basically like Insane Clown Posse and we are totally Death Row in its Suge Night hey-day." (Ok, I'm paraphrasing here at this point, but these dudes placed an order for $8 Billion dollars worth of airplanes when they started, so you get the idea)
Any way, after the two airlines finished with their "who's got doper planes" war, they apparently proceeded to get into a price war. Which I'm guessing is the only way I was able to spend 36 hours in the air with a big seat and a personal TV with unlimited movies and tons of meals for less than $1,000.
Air travel makes no sense. When I first had my "Aha!" moment to go to Egypt, I looked up direct flights from NYC to Cairo and was like "Oh no, it's like $2,000" (which was way more than I wanted to spend). So then I was like, "Well, for shit's and giggles, let me see if there are any cheaper indirect fares." The first search result said I could fly to Egypt from NYC roundtrip for under $1,000 as long as I was willing to go an extra EIGHT HOURS out of the way through Abu Dhabi BOTH TIMES
But since Faisal lives in Abu Dhabi, I figured it was like Etihad Airlines PAYING me $1,000 to visit a friend! So thanks for that Etihad! Woooo!
Here's my greasy-ass hair. (And if you look closely, you'll see the beginnings of my mustache coming in that makes it look like I need someone to clean my top lip with a hot washcloth).
We landed in Dubai on Wednesday around 7pm local time. We got off the plane and headed all the way across the ENORMOUS Dubai airport. We finally got over to immigration on the other side of the airport and Meredith realized that she no longer had her passport with her. Since she needed it to get on the plane, we figured that it must have just fallen out of her bag and was somewhere on the floor of the plane.
So we found a security desk and they called the gate and the woman at the gate said she'd go on the plane and look for it so we should just sit tight. Ten minutes later, she calls back and says "Well, I just went through the whole area you were sitting in and it's not there. Sorry." DOH!
We spent the next several hours trying to find someone with enough authority to let us reboard the plane and search ourselves - but we had no luck. Three hours had passed at this point and we'd just learned that our plane had been refueled and would soon be headed back to JFK. If we couldn't figure out a way to get the passport, we would end up spending the next two nights in the airport until the US Embassy opened back up, and even then, there's a chance that they'd make us fly back to NYC. Ugh.
Every time we found a new person willing to hear us out, they'd call down to the gate and they'd end up reaching the same woman and she'd just be like "I searched the plane. I'ts not there. I'm not looking again."
With the plane's departure growing ever closer, I finally figured it was time to stop dicking around with the airline and try to get in touch with Bernadette. I called her cell and she was worried sick about us because she knew that our plane had landed four hours ago (and that we were on the flight). She was worried that something had happened and we'd been arrested. (Dubai is notorious for its draconian drug laws - they sentenced a British man to FOUR YEARS IN JAIL because they found an amount of marijuana that weighed less than a single grain of sugar stuck in the sole of his shoe!).
We explained the situation to Bernadette and she was immediately like "My boss is a very powerful man in this country. I'm on the way to the airport now...I'll see what I can do."
So: the flight takes off uneventfully; we've been in the air for about an hour, I'm kicking back in my seat, watching some reruns of The Office on my little Jet Blue tv set, and then a flight attendant comes down the aisle and drops off a little goodie bag o' snacks! I looked up to thank her, and although I only caught a glimpse of her before she continued down the aisle, I realized "I KNOW THAT LADY FROM SOMEWHERE!" Now mind you, I'm that guy that ALWAYS thinks he recognizes people from somewhere, but after racking my brain for a few minutes, I realized that the snack-totin' flight attendant was...
Being little rules. This little kid that was sitting in the seat in front of me was seeing the world from 30,000 feet for the first time and it was clearly blowing his tiny mind.
...and after a bit of futzing around, I managed to set up a custom "vivid color" profile so that all my pictures would turn out super-saturated and cartoon-y looking (which is the way I like 'em!).
As soon as the plane was in the air, I took out my cam and began dicking around with the manual settings. I was playing around with the white balance in this pic...
Time-elapse video of the plane approaching the airport and then landing in Orlando! It's really cool to see how the wing-flaps move when the film is sped up. (Features extra-special "surprise ending!")
In the most random coincidence ever, I ran into the people who used to live next-door to us when I was a little kid and we lived down in South Jersey! Melody and Wayne Holbrook were our neighbors and were good friends with my parents. We moved up to North Jersey and they moved away to Chicago and I hadn't seen them since 1985! They were standing in front of us while we were boarding the plane and I freaked them out when I was like "Are you Melody & Wayne?" They hadn't seen me since I was 9 years old! Craziness.
It was overcast and drizzling a bit, but we didn't care. It felt great to be away somewhere! By the way, Check out the logo for the Cayman Islands' only airline!
It's a pirate turtle with a peg leg! Awwwww! According to the internets, in 1503 Christopher Columbus was the first European to come across the Caymans and he named them Las Tortugas (the turtles) after all the sea turtles in the water around the islands. And later on in the 1800s, the islands became a popular hideout for pirates. So you know, someone there got creative, combined the two things the island is most well-known for, and VOILA! You've got yourself an airplane with a giant, peg-legged pirate turtle!
Two more hours later and I'm conked the fuck out. Meredith managed to slyly sneak my camera out of my pocket to capture me in all my gape-mouthed glory.
We then hopped on a plane and flew north, WAY north,to Lapland: the part of Finland that's in the Arctic Circle. As we stepped off the plane, I realized what cold really is. At this point it was -51 degrees CENTIGRADE! (That's -60 degress Fahrenheit.) BRRR.
Here's magic man Jake Bronstein, luxuriating in his business class seat with a glass of bubbly. For a laugh, Brian and I told him that Finns hate Jews so for the duration of the trip he was going as Jack Brownstone. Incidentally, the flight attendant was understandably cynical about our first class credentials. As I was snapping this pic he dove onto my chair to check if we were legit. Jake busted him looking, he got all scared and said he was "getting my sweatshirt so that he could hang it in the captain's locker".
After drinks, I headed to the airport (excited, but scared out of my tiny mind with the thought of leaving my entire life behind and moving out to San Francisco).
This time we only had a less than two-hour layover in Iceland. We had a quick snack, bought some duty free booze, and decided to spend our remaining half hour relaxing in one of the nice lounges near our gate. Well, "relaxing" quickly turned into all three of us falling the fuck asleep. We awoke to the sound of our final boarding call over the loudspeaker.
Here's another one. This one's my pensive and artsy "I'm acting like the camera's not there, but clearly I must know it is because I'm the one who took the picture" picture. Who's more emo than me? Motherfuck this photo diary nonsense, I'm gonna get me a LiveJournal. (ps - look at the two cutey patooties passed out next to me like little sleeping lambs. Teeheehee.)
(Update: Ok, in Grant's
defense I have to post something from an email he just sent clarifying
why he was worried about the whole plane thing. Turns out he
wasn't worried that I'd be mistaken for a a terrorist,
he was worried that they were going to think I was
a spy. In
his email he included a link to story on the
BBC
news website about 14 "planespotters," people that
take pictures of airplanes as a hobby, that were
just convicted
of "espionage" after being arrested for taking pictures
of Greek military planes during an airshow there. Ka-ka-kuh-razy!
Good
looking out, Grizza. Sorry.)
...and boarded our Athens-bound plane. By the way, as we were walking across the tarmac and I was taking out my camera to take this pic - Here's Grant's one-sided conversation to me: "Dude, what are you doing? Don't take a picture. Dude, seriously. Put your camera away. They're going to think you're a terrorist, dude. Think about it, who takes pictures of planes up close like this? Terrorists, that's who! You think I'm kidding? I'm not. Hey, stop laughing. What? What? Stop it. STOP LAUGHING. Seriously. Stop, dude. Stop. STOP! Oh, you little bitch. That's fine just keep on taking pictures and laughing. We'll see who laughing when you're arrested for being a SUSPECTED TERRORIST." (Stomps off in a huff). Heheh.
Still totally exhausted, we boarded the plane confident that our three hour flight to London would give us plenty of time to catch up on some sleep before meeting up with Charlene and hitting the town for a night of partying. Little did we know...
No sleep yet. (Oh also: at some point during the flight, the three of us watched one of those in-flight TV shows about "The Blue Lagoon," which is an Icelandic Spa Resort built around a huge geothermal pool. Other than exploring Reykjavik, we didn't have any other plans. After watching the video, we decided the Blue Lagoon looked amazing and that we'd try to fit it into our schedule if possible.
Fatty's big plan was to pop a few Tylenol PM and sleep for the entire flight. But for some reason, he didn't stay asleep. He managed to get, oh, about 25 minutes of sleep before he was awaken by the stewardess who wanted to know what we wanted for dinner.
Our Icelandic stewardess (who didn't really speak English) gave us the choice between Beef Stroganoff and Curry Chicken - We all asked for the Stroganoff but were given this dish (which was neither Stroganoff nor chicken). For about ten minutes I had Chris and Fatty convinced that it was "most likely reindeer meat." Because, you know, "that's mostly what they eat in Iceland." Maybe it was Curry Lamb? We're still not sure. Yay, Mystery Meat!
Shortly thereafter, I headed back to the hotel, packed up, checked out and caught a cab out to Long Beach to make my red eye flight *blech* back home to NYC.