I am not gonna cry

... but I want to.

My flight was delayed by 2 hours. Which is exactly 10 minutes less than the time I had to get to my next flight.

So now I am standing at a Flight Transfers desk with hundreds of other people waiting to find out when I will be able to get on to my holiday. Since by missing this flight I will also be missing the third and final flight.

I am afraid to wonder what the fate of my luggage is. This hasn't happened to me before.

In hindsight, the lesson learned is to not book consecutive flights less than 4 hours apart.

Part of me wishes I could go home and forget this whole incident and live a boring two weeks instead of standing for another few hours in this stuffy hall that smells like a lot of people who have all been on long haul flights.

Trying to channel the Explorer enthusiasm again.

... This above was written at 3 hours past midnight and 4 cat-naps ago.

I have managed to get flights and arrange to arrive at my destination without missing too much of my tour. And with an assurance that my luggage will arrive at the same time as me. I will be travelling via Beirut except Ill be sprinting from one terminal to the next so no time to relish the additional destination.

Trouble is now that I have to phone and wake tour-leader people up to tell them that I will be late and I have to catch another 3 flights and hope for no further delays.

The only big risk on the horizon is that I have a 10 hour stop over night in Casablanca and I am not sure if Ill find a hotel. But at least Ill be almost at my destination by then :)

Second lesson of today is that Abu Dhabi is really cold. Colder than I remember Dubai being. I have dipped into my holiday pocket money to buy a scarf to stop me shivering and to keep my head warm.

So three more hours and I can zoom zoom zoom off to Beirut! (then sprint sprint sprint then more zooming... You get the idea.)