dolphingirl47
In Search of the Tag Fairy
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Considering that I had been on leave for the best part of two weeks at that point, I was woefully unprepared. The fact that I had been down south all week and only came back in time for my nail appointment the previous day had not helped either. I suddenly realised the previous evening that I did not actually have anything suitable to wear for Oman. I have been to Dubai many times and although this is also a Muslim country, the dress code is pretty relaxed. As long as knees and shoulders are covered, it is all good. I do see plenty of women that do not even adhere to this fairly liberal dress code and nobody seems to bat an eyelid. Still, Oman is a lot more conservative and I suddenly realised that what is considered to be perfectly modest in Dubai may not be in Oman. We also were planning to visit a mosque in Abu Dhabi and for that everything apart from hands, feet and face need to be covered.
All my work tops only have three quarter sleeves and tend to have v necks so they were out. My long sleeved and more modest tops are fleeces and hoodies and way too warm for temperatures of up to 27 degrees. So some shopping was in order. The problem was where to get some lightweight, long sleeved tops from at this time of the year. Long sleeves were not going to be the issue. It was winter after all. It was the lightweight that was the challenge. In the end the solution came from an unexpected direction. Our local supermarket is an ASDA superstore, which is part of the Walmart group. After I had checked out all the websites of the shops I normally buy clothes from and could not find anything suitable, I checked the ASDA website and there were a number of possible options. So I decided to head up there. I got lucky and found some really nice tops that ticked all the boxes and that are also smart enough to wear to work.
When I went up to ASDA, I realised just how horrible the weather was. We had gale force winds and driving rain. I was supposed to go to the hairdresser in the early afternoon to have my hair put up as it was our company winter ball that evening. I realised very quickly that no hairspray in the world would protect my hairdo and by the time I would get home, it would look like I had never been to the hairdresser so I ended up cancelling that appointment. I was bitterly disappointed as I do not get the chance to play at being a princess often enough, but going ahead would have been a waste of money. So instead I got myself some nice hair accessories at ASDA and decided to have a go at putting my hair up when I got to the hotel.
When I got home, I dealt with the not so glamorous aspects of travelling. I packed, which was relatively straightforward as a good chunk of what I was taking went from the shopping bag straight to the suitcase. Then I did our online check in. The idea is that if the loads look good, you should get a boarding pass. I experienced this on a number of occasions when flying standby with other airlines, but never on my own. The loads did look great though and I was not worried. I was amused more than anything.
With all the pesky little things out of the way, we had a snack for lunch and then I spent some time just relaxing. Mid-afternoon, we made our way to the hotel. Fortunately it had stopped raining and the wind was no longer as strong either. We timed this perfectly with the train arriving pretty much as soon as we got to the station. We did have to wait a bit for the hotel shuttle. It is perfectly walkable, but by then it has started to rain again and we decided to just wait. This turned out to be a good plan. Our winter ball was at one of the other airport hotels and I asked the driver which stop would be best for me to get off. He said that they would take me straight to the other hotel.
When we eventually got to the hotel, we checked in and went to our room. It was still early enough that I had some time to relax before having to get changed, do my hair and put my make up on. Once I was ready, I went downstairs and they were as good as their word and dropped me off right by the entrance for the ballroom. The driver also told me that when I was ready to come back, to get reception to call them and they would come to collect me. I really appreciated this.
I had a great evening with great company, great food and a few drinks, but at 23:30, I decided I better think about getting back to my hotel and going to bed. They did call my hotel for me and about 15 minutes later, the shuttle turned up. Once I got back to the hotel, I set the alarm for the next morning, took the make up off and got ready to bed.

Considering that I had been on leave for the best part of two weeks at that point, I was woefully unprepared. The fact that I had been down south all week and only came back in time for my nail appointment the previous day had not helped either. I suddenly realised the previous evening that I did not actually have anything suitable to wear for Oman. I have been to Dubai many times and although this is also a Muslim country, the dress code is pretty relaxed. As long as knees and shoulders are covered, it is all good. I do see plenty of women that do not even adhere to this fairly liberal dress code and nobody seems to bat an eyelid. Still, Oman is a lot more conservative and I suddenly realised that what is considered to be perfectly modest in Dubai may not be in Oman. We also were planning to visit a mosque in Abu Dhabi and for that everything apart from hands, feet and face need to be covered.
All my work tops only have three quarter sleeves and tend to have v necks so they were out. My long sleeved and more modest tops are fleeces and hoodies and way too warm for temperatures of up to 27 degrees. So some shopping was in order. The problem was where to get some lightweight, long sleeved tops from at this time of the year. Long sleeves were not going to be the issue. It was winter after all. It was the lightweight that was the challenge. In the end the solution came from an unexpected direction. Our local supermarket is an ASDA superstore, which is part of the Walmart group. After I had checked out all the websites of the shops I normally buy clothes from and could not find anything suitable, I checked the ASDA website and there were a number of possible options. So I decided to head up there. I got lucky and found some really nice tops that ticked all the boxes and that are also smart enough to wear to work.
When I went up to ASDA, I realised just how horrible the weather was. We had gale force winds and driving rain. I was supposed to go to the hairdresser in the early afternoon to have my hair put up as it was our company winter ball that evening. I realised very quickly that no hairspray in the world would protect my hairdo and by the time I would get home, it would look like I had never been to the hairdresser so I ended up cancelling that appointment. I was bitterly disappointed as I do not get the chance to play at being a princess often enough, but going ahead would have been a waste of money. So instead I got myself some nice hair accessories at ASDA and decided to have a go at putting my hair up when I got to the hotel.
When I got home, I dealt with the not so glamorous aspects of travelling. I packed, which was relatively straightforward as a good chunk of what I was taking went from the shopping bag straight to the suitcase. Then I did our online check in. The idea is that if the loads look good, you should get a boarding pass. I experienced this on a number of occasions when flying standby with other airlines, but never on my own. The loads did look great though and I was not worried. I was amused more than anything.
With all the pesky little things out of the way, we had a snack for lunch and then I spent some time just relaxing. Mid-afternoon, we made our way to the hotel. Fortunately it had stopped raining and the wind was no longer as strong either. We timed this perfectly with the train arriving pretty much as soon as we got to the station. We did have to wait a bit for the hotel shuttle. It is perfectly walkable, but by then it has started to rain again and we decided to just wait. This turned out to be a good plan. Our winter ball was at one of the other airport hotels and I asked the driver which stop would be best for me to get off. He said that they would take me straight to the other hotel.
When we eventually got to the hotel, we checked in and went to our room. It was still early enough that I had some time to relax before having to get changed, do my hair and put my make up on. Once I was ready, I went downstairs and they were as good as their word and dropped me off right by the entrance for the ballroom. The driver also told me that when I was ready to come back, to get reception to call them and they would come to collect me. I really appreciated this.
I had a great evening with great company, great food and a few drinks, but at 23:30, I decided I better think about getting back to my hotel and going to bed. They did call my hotel for me and about 15 minutes later, the shuttle turned up. Once I got back to the hotel, I set the alarm for the next morning, took the make up off and got ready to bed.
