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When we lived in Dubai, I used to swim 2000m along the shore of the Gulf in the early morning. It is one of the few things about the Middle East that I recall with warm nostalgia (as opposed to rising gorge).
The first time I ever went for a power swim, thick mist shrouded the [...]

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I am delighted to report that Husband has returned – only a week late. The excuses get more and more elaborate; I can hardly WAIT to hear what he will come up with next time. To maintain his current form, he will need to introduce an alien abduction or a great lunch queue massacre.
Husband’s UAE [...]

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Even in NZ, we heard rumours of expats stampeding out of Dubai: abandoning their cars at the airport, trampling over fallen bodies at the check-in. Depending which reports you listen to, Dubai is an apocalyptic landscape of anarchy, looting, rioting and burning, home only to broken dreams.
In fact, the only thing thriving in the city [...]

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The main reason Husband returned to Dubai so soon after his last trip was to prepare our property for re-renting. He asked if I would like to accompany him. Optimistically, he presented it as a mini-vacation. He went for the beaches and palm trees angle.
I was more focussed on the 22-hour flight with two stopovers, [...]

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Her heart was breaking, but she would not give him the satisfaction of knowing it. Her resolve faltered as he took her face in his hands.
“My darling,” he rasped harshly. “I can hardly bear to leave you-”
“Then don’t,” she sobbed.
“You know I have no choice.” A look of pain fleetingly distorted his stern features. “I [...]

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When I was a little girl, I knew exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up:-
A long-distance lorry driver.
That was until I decided to follow a glamorous career as a princess. Then, at the age of 9, I realised my skill set was more suited to professional figure-skating. Unfortunately I never found the right doubles partner, so I set my [...]

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It is so good to be home. As we drove up Taranaki Road, Husband said, “Isn’t it funny how this house feels more like home than our place in The Springs ever did?” The sentiment did not make me spontaneously chortle aloud, but I gave him a sympathy laugh. Personally, I would be more inclined [...]

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Flying out this morning. It’s been a crazy few days in Dubai. Think sanity still intact, but dented in a couple of spots. Back to normal front line reporting from Monday x

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For those concerned about my global whereabouts, I caught my flight on Friday due to a cosmic miracle involving planning, timekeeping and pure luck. I arrived in Dubai Airport at the antisocial-bordering-on-criminal hour of 06:30 hrs, where Husband collected me.
Over years of business travel, I have developed a method I call ‘break on through to the other side’. This [...]

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Am on my way to Heathrow. When I say ‘on my way’, technically I’m charging around Roisin and Tim’s house swearing at my suitcase (it appears to have shrunk – most likely all the Irish rain). When not unleashing invective at inert pieces of luggage, I’m updating my blog and fretting about whether I’ll catch [...]

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Three weeks ago, completely by chance, I bumped into an old friend. That is, somebody I have known for many years, as opposed to an ancient liver-spotted fossil who tells you repeatedly about her colostomy bag. In contrast, Jill* is young and lovely, and does not have a colostomy bag.
Today I met Jill again and [...]

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Being back in Dubai felt entirely surreal. It was unsettling arriving at the airport and not having a place of our own to go to. Raff and Carole donated their apartment on The Palm, which was tremendously comforting since we stayed there before leaving Dubai last year. The only thing missing was Raff and Carole.
Our [...]

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Sorry about the blogpost famine. Husband and I left Auckland for Dubai on Wednesday afternoon. It has been three and a quarter days of intense socialising and administration. I got in some swimming along the beach on Friday and Saturday morning; only 1000m, which was quite enough considering I haven’t swum since leaving Dubai last [...]

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These two months leading up to our triumphant departure from the Middle East have been entirely surreal. Husband got increasingly caught up in work as he and David tried to identify investors/partners for The Company. This involved high summit meetings, gritty discussions, presentations, vats of coffee and what I considered an unnecessary amount of air-chopping. [...]

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Packing day

This is Husband on packing day. Yes, that is his laptop

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Pics from Raff and Carol’s Austin Powers party last night.

Raff and Carol
 

Nice!

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Only two weeks left – where the hell has the time gone? – to organise maintenance and house painting; coordinate the shippers; close bank, electricity/water and telephone accounts; and the rest of the madness that goes with packing up a life.
Although Husband has had little to do with the leaving preparations, he liked to [...]

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Although we had agreed to leave the Middle East at the end of 2007, realistically we were looking at January, possibly February 2008. When I was in Ireland, Husband rang me one night to give me a pep talk on stress management:
“Niamhie, I know we said the end of the year, but does it [...]

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Teeth

David was a bit plastered when he took this . . .

. . . and when I took this

I have no idea what Husband’s excuse is

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Over two years ago, I closed my bank account with HSBC because they were not so much unhelpful as scrupulously useless. You can actually smell the apathy and unfulfilled potential from the street.
I wasn’t looking forward to persuading the bank to give me a clearance letter stating that my car loan of six years [...]

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Over the years, the Yukon attracted a certain amount of interest. In a way, it was like a mobile landmark – after all, you couldn’t miss it. Practically speaking and on the surface, you could interpret as insanity the fact that a car the size of a jumbo jet featured only two doors, but I [...]

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Our water pump in the villa has been broken for about a year. At one point Husband tried to fix it, but instead he broke the bypass tap. Now that we plan on renting the villa, we realise we have to address the problem, so it fell to me to call Emrill and schedule an [...]

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http://www.dubaiinternetcity.com/press_centre/press_releases/

Andrew spotted this while browsing the DIC website this evening

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We decided to bike to DIC last night to watch the Rugby World Cup final. We agreed that I would cycle behind Husband with my flashing rear light and reflector jacket. In return for covering his back (as it were) Husband would not perform any wheelies/sudden stops/stunts of any nature.
He totally reneged on the terms [...]

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For the first time in ages, we went to the beach with Danny today and he brought his kite. Dan’s kite is no shabby paper box with bows on its tail. NO, it is a Man Toy: a three-tiered miracle of lightweight aerodynamics.
Within a short while, a group of children gathered beneath the kite, [...]

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Sorry about the lack of posts; I have had the usual issues with my muse. She appears to have eloped with Andrew’s imaginary friend, and the two of them are shacked up somewhere in the desert with a bottle of Tequila.

To date, I have successfully put off writing for a quantity of months that [...]

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