Airport hopping is something the entire family loves. We have even come to enjoy the cold, soggy stuff they pass off as food. The vortex that sucks in our waste, the stale, dry cabin- air, the duty- bound hence pleasant attendants, the non- functional bassinet seats, the turbulence and palpable fear of death- we love it all.
Honestly!
Looking but not finding…
Love the post- early- morning rush at the international terminal
Z’s almost- empty playground!
Choosing sustenance. Or maybe we will skip it for the lovely fare they serve on board.
Any plane The Mister steps on to, is bound to be turbulent ride. Sometimes severe!
Cumulonimbus build- up- the raison d’être for our turbulent flight. (Don’t ask. We are into flying lingo as well!)
We pass through, there’s a jolt, and a few gasps from behind…
There is no respite
Breathtaking views over Oman
The Babe slept for a grand total of twenty minutes. Hence the luxury of clicking decent pictures.
I like flying, I’d do that for a living if I wasn’t such a goody two shoes and be more of a rebel. Um I like the pictures but can I just say the one of the clouds actually took my breath away? Amazing, I think clouds are God’s best imagination.
Manic Mum Life 
Baby Z is adorable! ! MashaAllah
🙂 Jazak Allahu Khayran Shahira! How far along now?
4 months now 🙂
Oh! long way still..
Haha yeah!! I heard the last month seems the longest!!
Yep! Don’t worry though, your last month is still eons away. The ones before that fly by!
creation*. Sorry
I like flying, I’d do that for a living if I wasn’t such a goody two shoes and be more of a rebel. Um I like the pictures but can I just say the one of the clouds actually took my breath away? Amazing, I think clouds are God’s best imagination.
Ha Ha…and here I though you WERE a rebel!