Monday, June 09, 2008

HEAT WAVE.....

Back in the Singers and boy is it flippin hot. Made a cursory stop in Dubai on the way back thinking the 999.99 per cent humidity there might buffer the impact but nooooooo.... It is HOT. And stuffy. What's strange though is that we never got super extreme cold in Ireland (believe it or not). Largely sunny but with a nice nip to the wind. Chilly late at night, but then we had the Big, Warm Bushmills/Guinness hugs to cope. Got about a day and a half of rain, but believe you me, in a country where it's destined to rain at least once (for the large part of each) day, we got sun burnt. Woo hoo! In Ireland. Go figure. We're back into the ***** now though. So.

It was a phenomenal ride (in the proverbial sense). Can't say much about the airline. Service - competant. Plane - competant. Alcohol - satisfactory. Food - shite. If Etihad is really going to be catching Emirate's wind (besides the arse end of it), it's really going to have to rethink its catering service. Or at least the people who cater for Economy. Got lucky on the last leg and became fast friends with the economy cabin service crew - who coped well, despite it having to deal with the fact that 1) Pete's TV screen didn't work 2) Art's screen worked but the remote control didn't, 3) Besides the vegetarian option, everything had prawn in it, which we are both allergic to. We didn't bitch about it, but they were nice enough to recognise the shite situation, and, to allay the crappiness, bring us 1) FANTASTIC leg of lamb from Business class, and 2) Glenmorangie from First class, which beat the Ballantines in Economy hands down. Pity we only discovered such generosity on the fourth of four legs though. Would have been handy to have such privileges from the first (erm, yeah, can we have aisle seats? yeah, and the one with the busted tv screen please? bulkhead with the screaming babies? and make sure the food is yuck. Sure!).

Still, it couldn't beat the tiny budget (read: We would charge for oxygen masks if we could) airline to Cork, where, after a traditional delay, the pilot casually went on air to say "Shirley, prepare cabin for takeoff....". Pete, of course, got a huge kick, and called the (by then, irritated) stewardess by name all flight long. How's that for personalised service? OH, SHIRLEY!!!........... Flight back to Dublin was even better.... They had two passengers with seeing eye dogs, which, unknown to the airline, apparently, need their own seat space, since it is pretty impossible to have a dog lie in front of a seat with non-existant legroom.... So, at least one (insert airline here) staff, who probably had free seats to Dublin for the bank holiday weekend, got highly unglamourously yanked off her seats... One went in the jump seat in front of us... the other, I am afraid to ask about. At least no one ended up using the seat in the toilet. Or at least that we know of.

Travel. Ah. I'd say the best leg was Dublin to Abu Dhabi. Nice empty aircraft. Suitably seated right in front of the galley. Four seater with two vacant. Not that we slept for five seconds. God bless international-time-body-clock-friggididodas. And Guinness. And Bulmers. And Bushmills. We did, however, on several times this trip (except the last, when the remote didn't work and A was the default answer) become Millionaires on Who Wants to be a Millionaire, at least in seat-back sense. We could have implored them for bubbly with enough cock-n-bull. You have to love long haul for the crap it inspires.

But again, it was a fabulous trip.

Will try too avoid detail so the pictures - once we have edited the million and three hundred of them - can tell the story in ways I could never imagine. Will do the abridged version (to prove we can remember most of it).... There was Cork and Dublin, where we saw Amy do her first Holy Communion, celebrated two birthdays (including the sunburn BBQ to mark Gladys' (my mum-in-law's) 75th and Maureen (our cousin's) severaleth 21st), spent some time with Matt (my father-in-law), caught me my first brown trout while fishing (which I released with strict instructions to "Find Nemo!!") n Lough Leane, chilled with Luke and Aaron, hung out with the about-to-burst Hilary and Eoin and watched Clint Velour - aka Paddy - and Jen tie the knot!. Speaking of knots, I got - thanks to Mum - my first Celtic wedding ring to mark our now three year-and-five month union, which is absulutely amazing, and which I will never take off.

And then Abu Dhabi and Dublin, where we marvelled at the pretentiousness and pomp, shitloads of sand, glod plated buildings etc etc etc, while spending quality time with my cousins, Mehirr and Prem, and just chilled out. It was great, filled with the same amount of food that could feed small countries, and I have to say, amazing quality time with the people that matter most - family.

All up, it was great. I would love to include some of the inane/insightful/incredible chatter/jokes/conversations. But like I said, I'll save the narrative for when the photos and videos come on board.

That said though, it was brilliant to just STOP. Stop and take stock on the people/experiences/dreams that really matter. The ones that I would fight tooth and nail for, and work day and night for. The ones that you want to think about the minute you wake up, be aware of, for the hours/minutes in the day, and the reflections you have at the end of it. The ones that make up the life that is worth living.

I will take liberties (with permission), in saying for that for us both, this was one of the most meaningful trips we have made both as a family, and for family, without saying the previous were less meaningful because I strongly believe, and always will believe, that wisdom, belief and appreciation are things that grow stronger with experience and age. For us, it prompted reflection, co-reflection, and a sense of communal belief that our life is really about the Williams' and Mulchands' that have come before us, and that will come after.

It makes you know what you want to wake up to in the morning. Forever.

With love,

TW

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