Wow! I just got off the best flight ever! I was in economy class on my flight from Istanbul to Dubai. But I’ll tell you, economy class on Emirates Airlines was better than Business Class on El Al!!! The only exception being the seats….partly–they aren’t as wide or pillowy.
But! Each seat has a video screen embedded with a controller. Not unlike a video game/remote control. It has interactive games on it, movie selections, tv, radio, views from two cameras mounted on the plane, and more!
Each seat also comes with a foot rest, not terribly unlike the one found in business class. They serve you first with a hot towel, like in business class! Then drinks. Then comes a HUGE gourmet meal! Tons of excellent food! And free booze! I swear the guy next to me had like 5 mini bottles of wine and one beer! The crew were amazingly attentive.
The coolest part was watching the landing from the camera mounted on the front of the plane.
I give 5 stars to Emirates. Hell, I’ll give ‘em 6 stars! Well done!
Now the airport is just amazing. It’s got everything, including two mosques. You can buy the latest technology, books, etc. Americans are everywhere and English seems to be the primary language here. Strange!
I have a 22 hour layover here and I arrived at 12am so I journied over to the quiet lounge where I sat in a nice recliner seat and slept for a bit. Unfortunately some folks didn’t recognize the sign that said “Quiet Lounge” and decided that getting a group together to talk loud enough to penetrate my ear plugs was a great idea. The recliner chairs, though more comfortable than the bevy of non-reclining leather seats, were no match for lying horizontally. I moved to the carpeted floor near the moving walk way where I passed out untill 7 am–when my bladder told me it was time to wake!
After the morning ritual, I headed to the shopping center for an hour or so of coveting. Suddenly I had an overwhelming erge to seek out a phone and call Danielle. I realized it was 8am and that meant it was 9pm in Arizona. Perfect! Just in time to catch her before she goes to bed, with talk time to spare!
Begin wild goose chase–At this point I grabbed my calling card. It uses local access numbers to give me access to my account where I can dial out. Unfortunately, Dubai isn’t on my list and in order to get the number I have to logon to their website to find it. “No problem, I’ll go to the business center.” WRONG! Cash only. And I didn’t have a penny in UAE money. Or any cash for that matter. And I wasn’t about to take out money for 2 minutes of internet time.
I asked about international calls to the US. $2 a minute!!! Obvisouly that was out of the question, especially since I had a prepaid phone card ready for me to use. I ran across the concord to the information desk. I asked if they could look up the address and number on their internet connection. They informed me that I could use the business center. Arg!
Back at the business center I asked if they accepted credit cards for international calls. Nope! Cash only as well! Back to the internet. I beg the guy working the counter to look up the number for me. I tell him I have no cash and need this info. He let me on for 2 minutes free of charge.
Foiled again! The access number for Dubai is a callback number. That means you have to be able to dial out first, leave a callback number and wait for a callback before you make your call. I can’t call out! The public phones require a credit card or a special phone card. I resigned myself to purchasing. I asked the business center if I could buy them there. They said they were out of phone cards and they were waiting for delivery of more today but the post office may have some. The man at the post office informed me he did have some but only accepted cash! ARG!!!! He said I could pay with a credit card down at the book store. Back to the shopping center–across the concord and down the elevator. May I remind you I’m pushing a cart with both my bags in it.
At the bookstore, they informed me that cards only come in 10-12 minutes and you can’t pair them up onto the same call! I buy 2 at about $8 a piece. Racing back up stairs, I hit the first phone I see. As luck would have it, the buttons were sticking and I couldn’t dial the number properly. All the other phones on this wall were in use, so I had to run to the other side of the concorse to find some free ones. I pick up the first one. “Out of Order.” The second one didn’t even have power! The third–I dial…half way thru “Number banned”. WHAT!?
I race down to the information booth. “Is there anything wrong with dialing to the USA?” He tells me no, I need to dial two zeros and then the number. ARG! I race back to the phones. By now its nearly 9am which means 10pm for Danielle! DIAL DIAL DIAL! It rings…. and rings…. and rings…. voicemail. ARG! Dial again…. rings… rings… voicemail!!!! “OK, DANIELLE! I’M GIVING YOU ONE MORE CHANCE TO PICK UP!” Dial….ring….”Hello?” YES!!!!
Apparently fate has worked in our favor. Though those $8 phone cards didn’t!!!