Al Qaeda claimed responsibility for the bombing attempt on Christmas Day by the Nigerian national who was educated in London and Dubai.
Kind of feels weird knowing he was a Masters student in Dubai at the same time I was. If he was at the same uni I didn’t meet him.
I wonder if he was at Knowledge Village or Academic City?
I notice CNN has an article on their front page titled, ‘Yemem a safe haven for Al Qaeda’. Can’t help but think sarcastically to myself, ‘It’s desperately poor, has THE lowest population education levels in the world, and it’s right next to Somalia. Who would have guessed it was so vulnerable?
Sometimes CNN seems genuinely surprised at things that don’t seem a huge stretch to me.’
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Mozzle is getting ready for his big flight next Saturday. He’s super fit and full of cheek!
Mozz has never flown in the cabin before so I’ve taken him to the KLM website and we have selected movies and put in our meal orders. (He’s okay with chicken or fish but abhors vegetarian.)
Kell is travelling incognito in the hold because she doesn’t want to be seen in public with Mozzle… totally understandable since he is an appalling attention-seeker.
This the two of them watching a bit of Blade Runner with the folks last night.
We are planning on leaving Dubai around December 20.
Kell is going in cargo because she is too cool for school and would probably camp out on the wing without raising a hair if we let her.
But Mozz is too old and diabetic to go in the hold so he is coming in the cabin with us… thank god KLM and Air France still allow this.
Today Mozz got his travel bag… I call it his Taxi.
Does he look very Paris Hilton or what?
Mozz: International Cat of Mystery
It’s not known if I will resist the temptation to announce at Dubai airport – in a loud Britney Spears accent – the immortal words ‘My Pussy is Hanging Out‘.
The day after tomorrow I’m off to London to see a guy about a dog. No wait, a job… Yeah, a job!
Wish me luck!
I found this comment by Brian Thacker amusing because I start to lose my mind after being hassled too much when on vacation.
There are so many countries with armies of touts ready to jump on you. I’m quite good at ignoring them, but sometimes I just snap. I was at the ruins (lots of piles of bricks) of Polonnaruwa in Sri Lanka and by the time I got to the second pile of bricks I was ready to kill someone. I couldn’t walk ten metres without a tout trying to sell me a coconut shell carved into a monkey’s head. And these were a particularly persistent bunch, too. I’ve spent years fine-tuning my techniques for getting rid of touts, but none of my tactics seemed to work. I tried being polite, but that was a waste of time. I’m very good at completely and utterly ignoring touts, but even that time-tested trick didn’t work. I also tried my pretending-to-speak-an-obscure-foreign-language and my old favourite (which I first used to resounding success in the Moroccan souks): putting my arm around their shoulders and singing love songs to them. In the end, I was so hot and bothered that when one fellow just wouldn’t go away I resorted to the tried and tested ‘F**K OFF and leave us alone, or I’ll shove that monkey’s head up your a**e!’
‘Are you Australian?’ he asked sheepishly.
‘You Australians always tell me to f**k off,’ he sighed.
From the travel blog http://blogs.theage.com.au/travel/archives/2009/11/where_you_get_hassled.html
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