I just arrived in Dubai and I feel like I just got out of jail. Don't get me wrong, the experience in Kabul was definitely life-changing and once-in-a-lifetime, but when I got off the plane and felt 70 degree weather, and air-conditioned airport, I felt as giddy as I did the first time I went to the Rose Bowl or seeing the Sistine Chapel or meeting my lady.
Even sweeter, as I exited the airport after a long passport line, a dude was there waiting with a sign with my name. SWEET! I never had the upper echelon treatment before, so this next 24 hours will be money. (note: I would move to Kabul for a year if that meant I would never have to wait in line ever again. Waiting in line is my biggest pet peeve in life by far. That, washing dishes, Denise Richards and Cristiano Ronaldo.)
Now I'm going to hit the pool to disinfect in some chlorine and then hit the town to purchase a hookah. I may break down and have a Big Mac. I think I deserve it.
Good times!
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