The day I nearly got arrested in Abu Dhabi

Walking off an 8 hour flight, it’s normal to want to prioritise your bladder and head straight to the bathroom after being filled with an apple juice, a mini plastic glass of Merlot and a few more mini bottles of water that came with the aeroplane meals…before heading through border control right?

I guess what isn’t normal is nearly get arrested in the process.

There I was, waltzing my way towards the direction of the loos, following the little women and men’s stickman signs, with headphones stuffed in both ears listening to Abbas top hit single ‘Does Your Mother Know?’ (Spotify was on shuffle, before you ask), all whilst tapping away at the screen for my latest blog post.

Arriving in the ladies room, I thought it was a little odd how I was welcomed with the sight of numerous towels on the floor, several pairs of big hairy feet and a rather bizarre atmosphere that not even the towels could soak up. It was in that moment, when I plugged out my earphones and looked straight up to the look of 12 angry half naked men’s faces faces, wrapped in towels from the waist below, that I realised I was no longer in the ladies room like I originally thought it was, but me…a girl…dressed in an oversized baseball sweatshirt, holly jollying along to Abba, was stood directly in the middle of the men’s Prayer Room in the heart of Abu Dhabi’s Terminal 1 airport…not a great start.

Whether it was the extremely large sleeping pill that made me a little dopey, or my subconscious desire to take up any opportunity to sneak into a room full of half naked men, I don’t know, but I do know I left before any of them could get fully dressed quick enough to call press the big red emergency button and call security.

#whenisayletsgetnaked #thisisntwhatimeant

#doesyourmotherknowyounearlyhadtogetbailedoutofjailibabudhabi #lalalalaaaaa