The first thing to trouble me was my requirement for medicines in my daily life. I am a sick man, a hidden one, I have not come out ot the closet with my sickness. I am asthmatic, I have high blood pressure and have numerous other old man’s niggling ailments which I cure with a plethora of allopathic, homeopathic and ayurvedic panaceas. I also use a nebulizer now and it has become necessary since the maids have unfortunately passed on the desperate colds and flus they had. It is mortally dangerous for me these colds and I have decided to take flu shots (which I denounced earlier) in future to fight these invaders of the nasal and bronchial passages.
I am a bit afraid of taking these medicines to Dubai. I might be arrested for smuggling drugs. I meet my doctors again and get the necessary prescriptions and then go on a medicine buying spree. You will be glad to know that the baggage allowed on airlines to Dubai is 30Kg checked in and 7 Kg cabin baggage. So half of my big suitcase is full of medicines and the heavy nebulizer.
To cut a long story short, we arrive at the amazing Dubai airport and no one gives a damn for what I am carrying. This truly is a free country only if you obey all the laws. Women from various countries are roaming around in skimpy dresses while arab women cluster in their black flowing garbs(but in Jimmy Choo shoes and Gucci bags) watching this mela of life passing before their eyes.