Here's how to learn a new language easily. Sit in an airport for a few hours listening to all the announcements about who is late for their plane, where they should go and what their flight number is. When you are hanging around an airport for a while, there are a few strategies to help make the time seem to pass by more quickly: the first and best strategy is to sleep, but it's not always safe or comfortable enough to do this; after that it appears that to most people the next best option is eating but unfortunately you can't do that for hours on end; then there is people-watching and this can keep you amused for quite a long time. Next,there is shopping, and let me tell you, all airports all over the world want this to be the thing that you spend most of the time doing. Dubai airport is a wonderful example of this-the locals here have been in the buy/sell/trade industry for hundreds or thousands of years ever since an Arab merchant decided that the Dubai Creek would be a good place to moor his fleet of wind-powered cargo ships. Nowadays, those ships include ones that move through the air rather than over the sea. We call these aeroplanes! And boy, what wonderful market places the local merchants here have built.
We spent our time at the airport in Emirates Terminal No 3 and it is a glittering temple that celebrates air travel. It's basically a fabulous tunnel house: the curved roof is made out of shiny steel, white tiles, white-coated metal and hectares of curving glass. Huge white, arches soar above you like giant spinnaker sails for a mega-monster yacht and the floors and walls are shiny, polished marble and granite. And the shops! Well, they are full of glittering wonders also, including the most heavenly-looking food and drink. You are supposed to feel that this wonderful palace was invented just for you, and you are almost right. It was invented just for your money, or rather, just for the purpose of relieving you of some of it.
Eventually though, you max out your credit card or simply get tired of wandering the gleaming pathways and you drag yourself wearily to your depart gate and discover that Quantas Flight Number Q 003 that Mr and Mrs Gazpacho Pickeroni are late for gets announced in Arabic as well as English and pretty soon you start noticing the repetition of certain sounds and announce, " Oh!
Zero must be sifr in Arabic!" Gee, it's so easy to learn another language.
Meantime, people watching had established that the make up of our fellow travellers on our flight to Nairobi was going to be quite different from our Auckland crowd. Our new flight was going to be mostly African or Asian people and just a few Europeans. Also, there were going to be lots of kids on board including two little African boys of about six and eight who were as lively as grasshoppers, and the dearest little chubby baby who had an African dad, a European mum, and a head covered with the cutest frizzy, black fluff. On board, I found that I had a young Philippino couple next to me and I was dying to ask them all about themselves during the flight but no sooner had they had lunch than they fell asleep and stayed that way for most of the trip.
We had another good flight and delicious meals. I hate to say this because I love Air New Zealand, but I think Emirates slightly outdoes them. Their on-board entertainment system is awesome and I decided it would be appropriate for me to watch the new Tarzan movie. It was really bad though because it just wasn't believable. I mean, even Tarzan wouldn't have been able to leap off a cliff and crash down through the tops of trees without hurting himself a little bit. So, I gave up on that and fell asleep instead, awaking just as they announced we were descending towards Nairobi.
Oooooh!! This was exciting! Soon, I was actually going to see Africa for real. My first glimpse out of the window was of dry hills the colour of clay and occasional clumps of dull and dusty green. Soon we were zooming over a flat landscape that seemed strangely familiar I guess because I have watched lots of TV programmes over the years about African animals.
Finally, we exited the plane and wow! It was hot. They said it was 27degreesF though fortunately a nice breeze was blowing. Nairobi's airport terminal was a complete change from Dubai--it's basically a tin shed with aircon but they were very efficient and soon we were through customs. I found out later that we were actually in an over-flow area for times when the airport is really busy. The rest of Nairobi airport is pretty much the same as airports anywhere.I must tell you that the customs lady took my finger prints and a photo of me but they never even bothered to do that to my husband. They must not have liked the look of me!
Out we went into the blazing sun and there were two nice African men called Paul and Dennis who were holding a card with our names on. We jumped into their air-conditioned van and they drove us across town to our hotel, the Southern Sun. Whew! Paul told us that the population of Nairobi is 4 million people and we saw a lot of them on the streets walking home from work. Unemployment is a problem here-40% of Kenyans can not get work so the ones who do have jobs work very hard at them. The people on the streets were mostly tall and thin-I guess they get that way as many of them commute to and from work each day on foot and they walk for miles in their tidy business clothes. Apparently, it is not unusual here for people to walk 10km to work in the morning and then 10km on the way home.
Boy, the traffic was crazy.They don't seem to have a lot of lanes here and when you got to a roundabout it was all a jumble of cars trying to go in all sorts of directions. There are a lot of trees and flowering shrubs in Nairobi and all sorts of brightly coloured, ricketty looking buses crammed full of people. That car trip was long and kind of overwhelming but eventually we reached our hotel which turned out to be like an oasis of calmness and quiet compared to the busy bustle outside.
It is so nice here-the hotel is on several levels inside a walled-compound and it kind of sprawls around a gorgeous garden filled with the most amazing tropical plants, fishpond, fountains and swimming pools. There are cool, wide verandahs which shield you from the sun, and covered tiled pathways that wind through the garden. Best of all, the dining room looks out on a pool and it is totally open to the air and delightfully breezy. We had a yummy dinner cooked by cheerful chefs in tall white hats and an African spider joined us for dinner, hunting busily for his dinner on our crisp white tablecloth. Then, on the way back to our room we passed by a fish pond and heard the cutest frog noises ever.Apparently they have little frogs here and the boy frogs of course are always looking for girlfriends. Each night they all start singing in little voices that sound sweet and high like tiny pipes. It was a
lovely sound to drift off to as we fell asleep on our first night in Africa.