The happy news is that I managed to get lost only once, a veritable triumph, which made the journey slightly more exciting than it otherwise would have been. After driving in Dubai for the past two-and-a-half years, the California driving style (courteous, law-abiding and s-l-o-w) takes a bit of adjustment: I have to continually remind myself that gratuitous lane-changes, driving up the a*se of the car in front of you and illegal undertaking is actually not very nice and really quite dangerous. Yawn.
Next stop: check-in, getting annoyed by the very silly taking-off-of-shoes- etc security extravaganza, bit of waiting around, a Duty Free smorgasbord and then a 16-hour flight to Dubai. Can't wait to wake my babies up from their slumber tomorrow night for a massive cuddle - I've missed them so much.