As always in Italy, things don't work as they are suppose to.
The line for the airport security was huge and disorganized.
People who weren't properly waiting for their turns, and a messy situation was going on just after the x-ray controls. A bunch of people with all their belongs on the ground, trying to put everything back in their hand luggage. Why on the ground? Because there were not tables, of course!
I'm still wondering why the airport of Rome is trying to save money on tables, if anyone has been there recently, please, let me know if they finally installed some sort of shelves or something, where people can take some times to properly reorganize their stuff. I still feel bad thinking about all the travelers who are probably going trough that process right now!
After my turn of being on the ground to put my laptop and camera back in my luggage, with my thicket in a hand, I started looking for the way to my Gate... but at that exact moment I realize that I had something with me that would have been a big pain in the ass for all my 23 hours of flight: my hand luggage!
My dad, the day before, decided to take off the wheels just to make sure that his dimensions would have been good to be taken on the plane with me.
Well, I'm still not sure today if the wheels actually count on the dimension of a luggage, but what I know is that it was a dumb idea.
As I already said, I had my massive laptop and my as much big camera (with 3 extra lenses) in it, for a nice and light weight of 10kg. Yeah! To carry with me without any wheels! Awesome.
My first flight went fine, in 6 hours I was in Dubai.
I remember I followed all the people who I shared my flight from Rome with, but not long after, I don't know how, I found my self alone in a huge room which seams to take nowhere. Not many people were there, only some security guards. Was I already lost?
I couldn't find any indicators for the gates, and by the way, I only had 1 hour and 30 minutes to take my second flight to Perth.
I went all the way back, maybe I missed another way where I could go trough... but nothing, it was only a single corridor all the way back to the plane where I just came from.
So yep, I did all the way back to the big room again. With my 10kg luggage following me around.
The stress for the short time I had to figure it out where I was, where I had to go to, and the physically hard work to carry my luggage started made me sweat, just to make everything much more nicer, right?
Once I was back in the huge empty room I asked to a security guard where the hell I was suppose to go, and he nicely indicated me a side of the room with some big glasses, where apparently I had to wait for a train to go to another gates area of the airport.
Now, if I had to do it again today after the many planes I took, it would have been obvious, since Dubai airport is super huge, and you don't really want to go from a side to another by feet. And thanks God! If that was the case I would have dropped my useless luggage there straight away.
So I took this train, and after few minutes, the doors of the trains opened and I stepped in what I believe is one of the most luxury airport duty free area.
The fist thing you see is the shining white floor, which is so clean and shining that almost work as a mirror.
Once your eyes get use to all that shining light, you may start to notice the shops...
Like the Ferrari/Lamborghini/Porsche/etc, just standing there in front of that Galleria's entry. Or the fancy jewelry shops, the fancy watch shops, the fancy liquor shop.
Just think about any possibly shop and it will be there somewhere, and it will look fancy.
While I was there admiring the view, a very nice guy, who was there to help, came to me with a trolley for my luggage. I was probably still sweating so much that he had to make it stop somehow, before I was going to drop body fluids on his perfectly clean floor.
Fist thing I did was to go in a toilet, where I could refresh my self, I wished I could have had a shower in one of those sinks.
Then I decided I needed some water so I went around with my trolley looking for a bar to buy a bottle with 20euro, so I ended up having a quite important change in Dirham (currency of the United Arab Emirates). Which I carried around in my wallet for about the next 2 years!
The second flight was long, almost 11 hours, and after an already long day, it was too much.
All I could think about was that it didn't matter if I would have liked Australia or not, I would have stayed there anyway, just because I couldn't be bother to do the same exhausting trip all the way back!
I landed in Perth in the late evening of 24th April 2013, and remembering the "Australia: Airport Security" TV show, I was ready to unpack all my belongings to show them that I wasn't a serial killer or anything like that, but surprisingly I was out the gates in something like 5 minutes after landing.
There is only one (not so) small detail that I didn't mention yet:
Two people were waiting for me at Perth Arrivals, two people that I only meet one time when I was 7 years old. My grandad brother, and his daughter, who I will stay with for the first few days.
And they were there, waiting for me with a big smile.
My Australian adventure could finally begin!!
English is not my native language, and I have never studied it properly, I'm mostly a self taught.
I apologize in advance for any possible grammatical mistakes.
I'm still doing my best to improve! :)