24 June to 10 July 2012
Without a doubt, the past
couple of weeks have dragged as we tried to rush time so that we could be on
our way home via our planned ports of call.
After handing Harry over to the forwarding authorities on Friday 22nd
June we had to kill time in our Paris hotel awaiting our departure from Charles
de Gaulle airport and were quite anxious about not having Harry with us and
also just wanting to get underway. We decided as our flight was
due to leave at 5.00 pm we could easily spend a few hours at the airport
looking at the shops and duty free etc so left to go out there around mid day.
Yes crazy we know but as we had to check out from the hotel at that time it
seemed to make sense. On arrival at the
airport we were greeted with the news that the flight would be 2 hours late in
leaving due to some technical problem and the shops turned out to consist of a
few small sized book stalls and a clothing store with articles priced so even
Paul Getty would have snorted at the costs being asked. So off we went to duty
free and found much the same. Boy could this mob take a leaf out of the
Auckland terminals with its great array of shopping, both duty free and
general.
Oh well, never mind we
thought we would have lunch and eventually found a proper restaurant right at
the end of the number 2 terminal so sat down to look through the impressive
menu and then nearly choked even without having any food. They made a big thing in their menu about
offering great steaks or beef selections and the photos looked to be most
appetizing but all turned sour when one looked at the prices to see them listed
at between 62.00 and 67.00 Euros a serving but did include vegetables and
fries!
Unbelievable when you think
this was all we paid for whole beasts aged 3 months when we had our property in
Auckland in
2007. Either the price appreciation has gone mad or we are too far out of touch
so we had to settle for a salad each which was nice but which was priced at
16.00 Euros each. It would have been cheaper to get drunk I think.
Well slowly the time slipped
by and our aircraft finally arrived and we boarded the Air Malta Airbus 319, a
smaller version size than a Boeing 737 size aircraft for our 2.30 hour flight
to Malta. Seated 3 across, we chose an aisle seat each so we were across from
each other and had a little more leg room. The flight was quite comfortable and
a light meal and wine was served (the white Chardonnay wine being a local
Maltese product) which was all very nice. We had to get used to the PA
announcements being made in Maltese, French, Italian and then English all of
which are spoken in common on the islands. After landing and being taken to the
terminal in the old styled buses and being assaulted by the heat we collected
our luggage and “passed through customs and, immigration” which was non
existent out to the waiting taxi organised by our hotel.
A twenty minute ride into
town and into air conditioned hotel premises was a welcome change from the heat
and humidity. The staff at the hotel, The Palace, were really very courteous
and helpful so we felt at home again. Our room on the 3rd
floor was quite magnificent, almost like a suite with all the facilities one
could desire so it was a quick unpack, shower, coffee and sleep.
At 5.30 am next morning we
were awake and ready to explore the hotel and all its facilities. Yeah, at last,
3 channels of English spoken TV mixed in with the other 12 unlike in the Paris
hotel offering 16 channels and none in English. Three swimming pools including
a heated indoor one with spa, steam and sauna rooms plus large modern gymnasium
complex on the 7th floor and a bigger pool on the roof top plus a
small plunge pool also with a large selection of quality lounges, seats and
tables and even shade houses for the guests to relax. The bar and food service
was good and the staff really attentive too. Nothing was a problem for the
staff to attend to. The only bug bear and which I believe is a rip off is that
while Wi Fi is free in the lobby and restaurants there is a charge of 12 Euros
for 3 hours to be able to use it in ones own room.
As the day was fine and
promising to be hot we had a good early morning swim and then dressed and
headed down to the waterfront to have breakfast and do a bit of shopping. The
main street along the foreshore is typical of resort towns with eating houses
mingled in with general shopping so we chose almost the first we came across to
partake in the selection being offered by a friendly waitress. I had a full English
breakfast which was delightful with a large pot of tea for 7.50 Euros and
Rhonda chose to have scrambled eggs, plus bacon despite it not being as that on
the menu along with a good coffee. No problem for the staff to agree to our
requests and boy did we enjoy it all.
After our enjoyable but over filling breakfast we walked along through some of the shops including the islands biggest shopping centre which while being large was not the size that one may be used to in the UK or even in New Zealand main centres but having stores like M&S, Debenhams, Espirit, etc it was great to be able to choose products with English names and familiar brand names so we were able to stock up as we had a nice refrigerator in the room. It was great to be able to get a cool wine, milk or soft drink or even fruit we wanted.
The slog up the hill from the
water-front proved to be too much as it is a fairly long haul and steep and hot
in the middle of the day plus being loaded with groceries and other shopping we
chose to take a taxi ride (I can hear our good friend Daphne saying, “ Lazy
B……s”) for 10 Euros to get us back to the air-conditioning and cool outdoor
pool where we spent a good few hours of the afternoon along with a good nap
thrown in as well. Very refreshing I have to say.
As we were well stuffed with food from our sumptuous breakfast we both avoided lunch so were peckish by dinner time but still only went down to the outdoor eatery of the hotel and shared a delightful sea food mini salad along with an Asian tempter which was just delicious. An early night followed as we wanted to arise early for a swim as even hotter temperatures were promised and we wanted to do one of the “Hop on Hop off” bus tours to the northern part of the island before the heat got to be too much.
As we were well stuffed with food from our sumptuous breakfast we both avoided lunch so were peckish by dinner time but still only went down to the outdoor eatery of the hotel and shared a delightful sea food mini salad along with an Asian tempter which was just delicious. An early night followed as we wanted to arise early for a swim as even hotter temperatures were promised and we wanted to do one of the “Hop on Hop off” bus tours to the northern part of the island before the heat got to be too much.
Malta is really made up of two islands, one being Malta and one being Gozo and really are of being of little more than large rocks with the main island being only 24 ks by 14 ks and Gozo being much smaller and total population of the two islands of approx 250,000 people. Apparently this very religious country houses a church for every 1200 residents so all day long there are bells ringing from the bell towers and steeples which dominate lots of the skyline. Every village or city as they call them seems to celebrate some festival or another so there is plenty of activities to watch or partake in. They love their fireworks so at any time of the day ones ears can be assailed with the sounds of huge bangers sounding like canons going off in the sky. God help the poor animals and pets who are afraid of these sounds. Each display goes on for several minutes at a time and can start as early as 8.00 am in the morning with the last being noticed at around 10.00 pm.
With beautiful deep water harbours it is quite understandable why seafarers from many nations have over run Malta since the first recorded landings in 800 AD by the Phoenicians over the Temple Builders who had been here since around 3600 BC and almost ever since the Romans, through to Bonaparte and on to Hitler to name just a couple of the big noters who led so many nations to over run these little dots in the charts of the Med and who had seen
Due to the fact that the islands are so small it means that the currents wash easily by so no rubbish or junk is apparent hence the water quality is beautiful even in the main harbours and one can see boats keels and props etc clearly from above and swimming can take place almost everywhere despite there being a lack of sandy beaches there are marked off areas for this activity in almost every cove so there is no shortage of designated swimming areas.
While the coast is just beautiful, the same can’t be said about the rest of the land as wherever you travel the buildings are colourless due to almost all construction being of a sandy coloured lime rock and in general the roads are in pretty poor condition and despite there being developments of new hotels and shopping areas this is minimal compared to the size of the dusty town places.
Rhonda's Comment: They only washed it the day before!! |
We took the bus ride to the
northern sector of the island and while really enjoying the coast and seaside
town vistas the rest of the 3 hours spent on the bus was quite boring and dusty
and being jolted along the potholed roads was not too much of a joy listening
to a piped commentary which went on and on giving almost intimate details of
the vast history of this island nation. With a language of its own, Maltese,
being made up of Arabic, Italian, French, German and Greek words it is reported
to be one of the world’s hardest languages to learn but as English is spoken by
almost every body, communications are easy. The locals do however stick to
Maltese when having a general conversation between them selves.
With so many sieges having taken place over the centuries of Malta it is too much to even try to report on them here but one can of course relate to the horrific attacks which befell Malta during WW2 when it is recorded that more bombs were dropped on these islands than on any other place on earth during that period when Hitler wanted to have Malta under his control; and the Allies needing it to maintain control of the main Mediterranean shipping routes and to harbour major warships in these great ports and coves, so the poor civilians suffered enormously and seemed to spend half of their lives living in destroyed building remains or below ground in bunkers existing at little better than starvation levels. So severe was the bombing that King George VI awarded the people of Malta the George Cross for gallantry, this being the only time this highest award for civilian gallantry has been
awarded to a total population.
Having such a small land area any agriculture is carried out in the centre of the island where very small paddocks are marked out with the construction of dry stone walls so almost every sort of vegetable and fruit is grown in these plots but it must be hard, dry, hot work as the heat gets up to the high 30’s almost every day of the summer season. Lack of water is also a growing problem and while aquifers are to be found on the islands tops there will come a time soon when water shortages will mean shipping in water from countries near by. The towns due to their age have very narrow streets so the buses have a huge task of negotiating the turns and twists adding to the general discomfort of public transport travel. At one stage we travelled along a road in our tour bus for about 2 kms and were not able to exceed 10 kms per hour so dreadful was the surface. Taxis are plentiful and are available from many location points but are quite expensive to hire.
We met up with another English couple who were holidaying at the same hotel as us. Ross and Michelle also own a house on the island but chose to spoil themselves with a stay at the hotel. Michelle’s family all came from
We decided that we would “do”
another Hop On Hop Off bus tour to the south of the island being assured it was
so much prettier than the northern one but sadly it was as bad if not worse and
after 3 hours we were sight seeing exhausted so for the next few hours and the
next day we spent at the hotel in the pool complexes and enjoyed all the great
facilities.
We received word that Harry
had been air freighted from Paris at last after a two day hold up due to some
new vets decision to ban him until new tests had been taken. Talk about the air
being blue while all this was resolved but the forwarder did a good job and
finally he was on his way.
Finally we left Malta after
spending a few hours at this beautiful super modern airport with all its great
facilities, choice of shops, duty free stores and helpful people right until we
came to go through immigration where we were quizzed for some time about the
lack of stamps in our passports from leaving France but despite telling them
that we had left from Paris and is wasn’t our fault because they (the French
authorities) were too lazy to even look at our passports (not the first time this
had occurred) we were scolded by the immigration staff saying that we should
have demanded these stamps and after about 10 minutes of holding up the line we
were waived through being told not to try and return again in such a manner. We
told them that there was not a chance in hell of us ever wanting to come back
to such a bumbling bunch of beauracrats and hurried into the plane.
The 4 hour flight to firstly was Larnaka in Cyprus where we had to stay onboard for an hour with no toilet use while cleaners rushed through and did a great job in cleaning before we loaded up for the final leg to Dubai. The Emirates owned aircraft was very comfortable but cramped so we were glad to land at Dubai to 39 degree temps at 2.00am in the morning. This airport is huge and amazing as it is super clean with magnificent tiling covering almost every surface and lots of cleaners scurrying about ensuring not a drop of dust or paper was left anywhere. From what we could see at this time of the morning it would appear there could have been 60 or more aircraft parked or operating on the aprons along the front of this huge terminal.
After collecting our luggage we fronted up to one of about 20 immigration counters where immaculate white robed officers sat and with the slightest wave of hand we were summoned to stand before him and to stare into a lens camera. Not a word was spoken by him as he examined our passports and then just stamped the appropriate page and waved us away without comment at all. Quite scary really. We took a cab into town to our hotel named the Movenpick at Jumierah Beach. Not a speck of graffiti to be seen anywhere and the numerous tall buildings looked really impressive even at this time of the morning.
Rhonda's Comment: It was so lovely but arriving at 2.00am it didn't stay on the bed very long! |
Rhonda's Comment: That sand was soooooo hot. |
Rhonda's Comment: Ken and his new found best friend - hope he's rich!! |
This mall offers a huge skating rink which looks really cool as it is surrounded by heavy duty acrylic walls and the skaters can have a wonderful time. Just further along was the world’s largest indoor aquarium housing 30,000 fish of seemingly endless varieties and with having appox a 20metre high acrylic viewing wall to watch nature at her best along with the divers who enter to feed and check on the fish, one could spend hours witnessing this splendour.
As if this is not enough, just further along the mall interior is a 30m high waterfall which has sculptured divers attached to the wall. The width of the display would be about 50m wide and is just amazing and you get such a feeling of movement due to the thousands of litres of water falling down these huge faces.
At 6.0pm we wandered out to
the lakes side for a snack and to get to see the acclaimed water ballet which
is a sight to see on its own. While it only runs for about 5 mins each half
hour the choreography worked out as the fountains play to the great music is a
wonderful sight. Spread over the lake of roughly two football size surfaces the
piping and nozzles are set to play completely in tune and rhythm sending jets
of water at all angles and heights up to about 30 meters. Worth a sit and wait
for each session.
Apart from spending hours at the pool we made one visit to the nearby beach which was not fun at all. The walk over the burning sand was cruel even at 7.30 am and the water temp being 33 degrees was like trying to swim in a heated spa pool. Not cooling in any way at all and then we were faced with the trek of about 400m back over the burning fine soft sand to the hotel pool entrance, a cool shower and straight into the pool and aaahh that feels good again. No more visits to the beach but in winter months here it must be very nice. Even the cold water taps run warm due to the fact we think we are on the 23rd floor of this tower block and it is not easy to get a cold shower either. Still the families seem to arrive in the late afternoon and stay until the beautiful sunset sends everybody home. I guess that as it is free the local poorer folk make the most of the opportunity to let the kids have a gallop and so on.
Today we decided to take on
another Hop on Hop off bus experience to give us a real look at this wondrous
city. As the coach is air conditioned and water is handed out free to all who
ride with this company we saw this city and learned about its history from a
well learned tour guide by way of earphones. The old town which is situated at
the mouth of the Dubai Creek where for centuries it was a sanctuary for the
small dhows which plied these waters and was home for the pearl diving fleets
up until the Japanese developed cultured pearls so for a long time little or no
growth took place here until the old owners decided to develop a modern town to
attract traders from all around the middle east as Dubai is right in the middle
of the trade routes for the UAE. With the finding of oil by the English
development took off and today oil only adds 7% to GDP as trade has become the
hub and real money.
Just to give an idea despite the huge multi storey tower blocks and sky scrapers we are used to seeing pictures of all lined up along the waterways, the business sectors are huge with every name brand you can possibly think of having main offices, warehouses and even factories here. Every media organisation has huge studios and production houses ranging from CNN, BBC, SKY, NBC along with every country from China to Russia and so on is here with huge buildings and premises standing proud. It is too difficult to describe the wonders of this place and while I have always been very sceptical as to how will it keep going if the world trend away from tourists carries on, the Arabs sure don’t see it in this way and are currently building five more huge 5 star hotels alone on the base area of the Palm sand development. Everywhere you look huge building and road developments are underway as are additions to the new Metro type rail which runs entirely without drivers. Every station is air conditioned with escalators and travelways linking foot paths to platforms.
The entire place is throbbing with vitality and maybe the Development Cities contained within the main city where overseas businesses are welcomed with minimal trading, tax and employment restrictions ensuring that every country in the world is scrambling to get to Dubai and to start doing business. With only 1.8million residents they welcome 20 thousand tourists per week so it seems as though the money will keep on rolling in. With petrol currently at 40 cents per litre it is cheap to run a car. No income or sales tax is applicable either so other countries sure have a lot to learn.
With a huge availability of
cheap labour from India, Malaysia, Indonesia and North Africa to name a few,
staff is plentiful and as the Arabs don’t want to do any menial work the imported
staff readily fill every vacancy at all levels of competency from doctors and
nurses to the labourers who toil out in the sun from dawn to dark.
All of the hotel staff apart
from a few managers are imported and are very good at their jobs in fact both
Rhonda and I consider that the treatment we have had here at this Movenpick
Hotel is the best we have ever come across anywhere in the world. Nothing is a
problem and every request is met with a smile and they really appreciate it
when we take a moment or two to stop for a chat about their day etc.
Rhonda's Comment: You can just see the Atlantis Hotel through the heat haze. |
Well today I had to go to one
of the local hospitals to get my ears flushed due to wax etc and the treatment
there was superb. At one stage I had five nurses attending to me plus a doctor
so felt really spoiled. While it took about an hour to get and complete the
treatment it was pleasurable to be able to sit in very clean premises and to be
attended to as though my problem was of major concern.
Rhonda's Comment: Raffles Hotel in Dubai |
The airport is immense and
only in daylight can you get any idea of what a sprawling complex of terminals
and runways it offers. I just could not see from one side to the other but most
of the terminals are shaped to look a bit like huge caterpillars and hundreds
of air bridges stick out like insect legs. I think we were to check in at gate
104 which was a walk and a half for sure from the main entrance to this
particular terminal and even after this trek we were still required to walk
down 3 flight levels to board buses to take us on a 15 minute bus ride to the
aircraft which was parked right across the airfield as they said there was a
shortage of facilities to take our aircraft. This was followed by a climb up to
the rear doors of the airbus which had us all puffing a bit in the heat and the
frustration of having to endure this sort of treatment at this time of the
morning.
Rhonda's Comment: Dubai Marina |
Onboard was like being in the
middle of a Muslim express with so many seats occupied by people draped in
black robes, with or without full face masks. Even some of the men were cloaked
as well so we knew we were well protected by Allah and his helpers. After a few
minutes the purser who was an Aussie came on to the P.A and told us about our
flight details saying that we could expect some turbulence over the first 2
hours of the flight but then it would be clear smooth flying from there on so
normal cabin service would go ahead as normal. Quite calming words really to
those of us who have an inbuilt dislike of turbulence so we sat back, had our
breakfast etc and easily tolerated the light bumping across the Arabian
peninsular and then over the Indian Ocean to the horn of India. With all cabin
announcements being made first in Arabic followed by another few languages
before English got its turn, it seemed forever before we learn’t what was being
told to us.
As we left the east coast of
India and were over the Bengal Sea we were again warned about pending
turbulence and all of a sudden we hit it which sent crew literally running to
their jump seats and with each increasing bump the squealing of the passengers got
worse and even Rhonda who is not prone to let turbulence worry her was more
than a little scared I can tell you. Thankfully we passed through the troubled area
after the pilot announced he would take us up to a higher level and did so
accordingly. The rest of the flight was without incident but it does remind one
as to how vulnerable we are to mother nature’s whims.
A couple of days spent in Singapore was very pleasant and after the heat of Dubai we found the 23 to 25 degree temps to be very nice and even slept without the aircon going for most of the time. We did some last minute shopping at the huge shopping malls where we were amazed again at the volume of people making Sunday their big day out for shopping and socialising in these areas. The shop keepers are very keen to make sales and have all the answers and often it is hard to get away from their approaches but we did manage to get what we wanted and then packed our bags for the last leg to home. Another swim in the lovely pool and it was time to get to the airport for our respective flights.
Rhonda's Comment: The building in the background is a new hotel in Singapore. Ken sat next to a fellow on the plane who hired the whole penthouse apartment for $10,000.00 for 3 nights!!!! |
The next morning was set down
as the time to go to quarantine and pick Harry up but as usual with government
institutions where nobody can use common sense or read, the locals said that
his paperwork from France was not complete so he could not be released. On top
of that they had found a flea on him so it had to be sent to the analysis
laboratory to ascertain where it came from and type etc. After poor Harry
having been treated with Frontline every month for the previous 7 years and in
the month prior to (one has to question the value of these so called “all round
flea and tick” treatments. Even the owner of the quarantine service centre said
they get lots of complaints from dog owners who find the same problem as us.
Had he taken the matter up with the manufacturers? No way. But I sure will be
doing so) being shipped from France had been treated again with Frontline on
the 5th May. Again on the 15th of May and again on the 4th
June as well as being bathed with a special shampoo which purportedly kills
fleas, and ticks etc before being air freighted out to New Zealand and all of
this done by French vets and his passport endorsed accordingly.
Rhonda's Comment: Reunited again |
Rhonda's Comment: Back home again to be with our great grandchildren and beautiful daughter. Happy Days |
Just to complete my tirade
over this sort of mean, expensive treatment as I said that I flew back via
Melbourne so it meant that I had to go via the transit system at Melbourne
airport so as the aircraft was full of mainly Asian folk and it seemed as
though most were transiting, we were lined up (approx 200) in this narrow hall
way to be processed. With very second person sneezing, coughing or one was
actually throwing up, we were all eventually sent off through the scanners. Not
a mention about health or hygiene matters though so goodness only knows what
was being carried into Australia and onwards.
It is only fair to say that Singapore arrival cards were the only ones I
recall asking about ones health status. A far cry from the dog status
requirements.
Rhonda's Comments: The flagpoles go up and The Blakies are in residence. |
Well as we are now a complete
unit again we can look forward catching up with family and friends and to
settling into our new home in the Bay of Islands and to experiencing whatever
comes our way, so again to all our readers we say a big farewell and a huge
thank you to all the friends who supported us in so many ways over the past 4
years and ask that you keep in touch at least via email and we wish each and
every one of you great adventures and experiences and say again, JUST DO IT.
Au Revoir from Ken, Rhonda and of course Harry xxxxxRhonda's Comment: The wine is on the table, the TV has been put in place and the sign has gone up on the wall. |