
Paris, France
I checked out of my lovely hotel in Dubai at the horror time of 5:30am and caught a taxi to the airport, who to my delight actually decided to use his meter. I got out at terminal three, which is the terminal Emirates fly from. Up until now I had only seen terminal two, which is a bit of a poxy excuse for an airport. Terminal three was pretty impressive, it had so many flashing lights outside it, one could have mistake it for a casino.
I checked in and the l...