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Emirates Airline (shortened form: Emirates) is a subsidiary of The Emirates Group based in Dubai, United Arab Emirates (UAE). In 2007 the airline was the eighth-largest airline in the world in terms of international passengers carried, and fifth-largest.

Emirates is one of only five airlines to operate an all wide-body aircraft fleet. Emirates will have 122 Boeing 777s in its fleet by 2011 making it the single largest aircraft type in fleet, and 58 Airbus A380s by 2012. The airline also hopes to have over 120 Airbus A350's in its fleet by 2016. The airline expects to have over 200 aircraft in its fleet by 2013. Current orders suggest that Emirates will have over 500 aircraft in their fleet by 2021.

Emirates became the second operator of the Airbus A380 when their first aircraft was delivered on 28 July 2008. It is now in operation on the Dubai to New York JFK and Dubai to London Heathrow routes.

The airline was established on 25 May 1985 by the Dubai government. It started operations with flights to Karachi and Mumbai followed by Delhi in September. Two Airbus A300 and Boeing 737-300 were leased from Pakistan International Airlines (PIA). Subsequently two Boeing 727-200 Advanced were acquired from the UAE's Royal Flight. These aircraft were used until Emirates began taking delivery of a fleet of newly built Airbus A300-600R and Airbus A310-300 wide-body aircraft. The first European destination to be added in July 1987 was London Gatwick and Far Eastern operations commenced to Singapore in June 1990. Emirates acquired a financial stake of 43.6% and a management contract for Air Lanka on 1 April 1998, which subsequently changed its name to SriLankan Airlines. In January 2008, Emirates announced that it will pass the management of SriLankan Airlines to the Sri Lankan government in April 2008. There are no plans to remove or decrease the stake in the airline.

Emirates Airline is wholly owned by the Government of Dubai and has 35,000 employees.
Emirates flies to over 100 destinations in 56 countries on six continents from its primary hub in Dubai. It has a strong presence in the Southeast Asian region, which together, connects Dubai with more international destinations in the region than any other Middle Eastern airline. The airline also flies the Kangaroo Route. Emirates does not offer any domestic service within the United Arab Emirates.

While Emirates does not maintain sizable hubs elsewhere, it has taken advantage of liberal bilateral aviation agreements between Dubai and Australia, and with Singapore, to offer more onward connections from Sydney and Dubai.

Emirates Flight Catering Company has over 4,800 employees and provides in-flight catering and support services for airlines at Dubai International Airport.

A catering facility dedicated to the production of airline meals for Emirates Airlines opened in March 2007. The facility has a capacity of 115,000 meal trays per day.

The company provided 22.3 million airline meals in 2006, and will produce over 24 million meals in 2007. The daily average meal uplift is 115,000.

Emirates, which hopes to take delivery of 58 Airbus A380 has invested Dh73 million ($20 million) to expand its crew training facility at the Emirates Aviation College in Dubai. To serve its expanding operations the airline has been hiring new cabin crew at a rate of 90 per week, due to rise to 120 per week as larger aircraft, especially the A380s, join the fleet. By 2011, Emirates expects to have more than 17,000 cabin crew on its payroll.
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Considering how much time I've had the last few weeks at work. I came across a few articles about Emirates on Wikipedia.com. It's an amazing encyclopedia that is free. If there is anything you would like to know, just go there.

This is where I found the three pictures of what the different flight classes on Emirates aeroplanes looks like. So enjoy as there are only three. When you move your mouse over the pictures they will stop and might have a description that I've added to the bottom.

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A Happy Christmas and a Merry New Year to everyone.
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I've just realized that it is absolutely useless using different templates. I'm a person that is used to change and I like to change the blog template every few weeks, cause I get bored with it. But it jams my whole blog and it just doesn't want to work then.

So from now on, it's going to have to be plain jane I'm afraid.

If anyone has any tips, please feel free to share.
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I hate my work at the moment. To be honest, I don't have any work to do at the moment and it is extremely frustrating.

The good news is that it is 39 days until I get on the airplane to Dubai. I can't wait anymore. I've been waiting six months to get on the plane.

The sad news is that I got a re-examination for one of my subjects, for the first time in my life. I'm writing the subject on the 15th of January, I'm so dissapointed. But I was feeling ill when I wrote and I decided to take a chance, otherwise I would in any case be writing the subject in January.

Well, Friday is finally holiday and I can't wait anymore. Gym, twice a day, spend time with my dogs and my Mom and rest and read and eat and watch tv. Basically just doing nothing. I can't wait.

If anybody is interested in the images that I posted of the pictures. Most of the images I got from Getty's Images on the web. They have some amazing pictures. I have some scheduled posts coming up that will include quite a lot of pictures. Just in case you were wondering, the slide shows are currently just my way of cutting time on uploading pictures, as my blog is still blocked at work. But I'm able to upload the photo's to slide.com. Let me know what you think of the slide shows and if they work well.
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I had no choice to to upload these fabulous dresses for up-and-coming brides to be. I saved the best dresses for last. The last dress is my abosulte favourite!!!

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It's 49 days until I take my eight hour flight from Johannesburg to Dubai. In terms of days left at work it feels like an eternity. But I've started getting butterflies in my stomach for the actual getting on the plane and going to a foreign country part. Marese, one of the girls I met at my Johannesburg interviews, flew to Dubai today. I'm hoping to get some tips from her on the first few weeks in training. Will meet up with her soon. I'm constantly changing the blog at the moment. Still deciding and getting a feel for what I actually like. I got an email from Jeanne, that is currently working with me about the strangest buildings from all over the world. I found it fascinating, but only decided to post the nicest ones.

Ripley's Building in Ontario, Canada.

The Crooked House in Sopot, Poland.

Wonderworks Building in Pigeon Forge, United States

Wooden Gangster House, Archangelshi, Russia.
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This is the perfect example of what happens when you leave your diary at the office... you're not sure what time you are writing exams!!! Luckily nothing major happened. I was at the Varsity by 9 0'clock this morning. Just to find out that I'm not writing at half past ten, but at half past eleven. So, I carted myself off to the library for some much needed time with my blog, just to find out that my cap has run out here as well. This is unbelievable. The best advice I have for bloggsters, is to not upload any pictures, that's what is eating my cap at the Varsity and at work. Well I don't really care about the work's cap, just as long as it's not blocked anymore when I'm back in the office tomorrow.

Yes, it's sad to say, but it's back to work again tomorrow. I've been out of the office since last week Thursday. Not that I'm sad about it. The people at work are starting to drive me crazy and the atmosphere in the office is so stiffling. Can't wait to tell them all to shove it where the sun don't shine.

I've been racking my brain about when to resign. Truth be told, I'll need as much money as I can put my hands on, so that's why so much thought is going into it. But I've finally made a decision. I'll only resign in January, cause my bosses where stupid enough to state a two weeks notice period during the first YEAR of employment. So, I can resign on the 16th of January and be in Dubai a week later. I kind of wish that my joining date was earlier than January, but I prayed about it a lot, and whoola! God gave me the 23th so I'll just have to suck it up.

The whole thing about joining Emirates that gets one down, is the waiting. From the moment you apply online, right through you interview, medicals and final approval, it's a major waiting game. If told people this before, if I didn't make it into Emirates the first time, I definately wouldn't put myself through the application process again. It would be like 'waiting suicide'.

But in about 74 days I'll be able to tell everyone whether it was worth it or not. The excitement of going to Dubai is overwhelming. I can't wait to get on that plane for eight hours and say hello to my future.

There is of course the initial six month probation period that one needs to get through. But so far I haven't heard of anyone sent back home because they didn't perform. My mom is a bit scared of how long I'll be staying in Dubai. To be honest, I'm not sure how long I'll be going away. There is nothing except my family and dogs keeping me in South Africa. The work in South Africa is okay, but definately nothing I want to keep doing for the rest of my life. That's for sure. There's got to be more to life than South Africa. Getting up and going to work, coming home, going to the gym, have a shower, eat and go to bed, just to do it all again tomorrow. No thank you. Then I'll definately look for greener pastures in Dubai.

There are so many things I still need to get done before I leave. At least I'm now sure of the date of joining. If only I can get the exams over, I'll have more time to get everything done, such as:
  • Getting all the details of the accounts and study loans I still need to finish paying off.
  • Getting a new sim card to use when I arrive in Dubai.
  • Worst of all, only being able to pack 32kg, I'll need to pack everything and get it weighted somewhere.
  • Getting my testament and funeral requests signed by witnesses.
  • Getting rid of my current medical aid and pensioen fund.
  • Shoot, getting my last inoculation, I think it's for Hepatitus.
  • I still have to get all those photo's taken for Emirates, something with a blue background??
  • Buying all my toiletries, getting perscriptions for my medications.
  • Get some sort of sharing deal with my twin sis about who is going to get what clothes, that's going to be a nightmare!!
  • Making sure my dogs are taken care off, get Paul a summer cut, etc.
  • Going to my Dad and saying goodbye.
  • Most important is having a massive going away party!! Whoop - whoop!

Well that's all I can think of now. But it's a long list.

Luckily, where having one of my girlfriend's kitchen tea on Friday. Can't wait, sure it's going to be lots of fun.

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It's official. I'll be in Dubai on the 23rd of January 2009. My journey is about to begin...
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Magic!! It seems that the template background I was using from pYzam.com was screwing with my navigation bar. So no funny backgrounds until I've been able to sort this out.
Now for some serious picture uploads. Thank goodness the Varsity is very generous in giving us 30megs for free every months. Except that it's exceptionally cold in here today. I've got goosebumps all over. But I'm not complaining, my blog is working again!
Like I mentioned in my previous post I've been doing some research on all the destinations that Emirates flies to and I was able to choose just one picture for each country. So in no particular order...

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I seem to be experiencing some problems with my blog. I think I accidentally flagged my own blog and now I'm unable to post new posts with pictures and everything is just buggered. As soon as everything is sorted, everything will be back to normal. Can't wait!
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Let me just start by saying how irritated I am with my boss. He cut off our internet access for two days last week. After he allowed us to have internet access once again, because we obviously need it to do research, he had certain sites blocked. Of course Facebook, that I can survive without. But then he banned the blogspot site so I am not unable to access my blog from work.

I am sitting in the wonderful library on campus and someone's feet is really smelling sour. I'm just not able to see who's it is. Damn him, making me come to the varsity at six in the evening.

But I needed to update my blog and change some of the labels on the posts.

I am proud to say that I now have five followers, still small but at least there is some progress.

I downloaded over a 100 pictures of all the destinations that Emirates flies to, so everyone can see all the amazing destinations I might be going to.

But that is not the reason for the new post today. This morning I received the sweet and promising email that I now have my final approval and should resign from my current company. I am so relieved, it felt like I was waiting forever. Which in fact has been two months.

There was a bit of a snag with my medicals, because of some medication that I was on. And it took forever to get it sorter, more medical reports and clearances. If anyone is on any type of medication, send me a post for some private advice. It was really hectic.

The relief I felt this morning, was absolutely amazing. I even started to apply for other jobs about a week ago, just in case the whole Dubai dream didn't work out. I was really starting to feel desparate. Luckily I prayed really hard last night and my prayers were answered, I received the emails this morning.

The only problem now is that they want me to join earlier than the initial joining date. There's always a snag with my application. If I ever arrive in Dubai it will be a miracle. My date of joining is actually 24 January, but in the emails I was requested to join either 14 November or 14 December. 14 November is out of the question as I am still writing exams until the 22nd. But it might mean going on the 14th of December.

I would've like to have been home for Christmas and last year was really hard on my whole family, we want through a rough time. But if push comes to shove, I'll fly the 14th of December and make the best of it.

Well I'll definately have to make another stop at the Varsity, to upload some more non-essential, funny information.

My first bid (if I understand the process correctly) is definately going to be for Seychelles and Mauritius. Sun, see and cocktails, I desperately need a vacation. I can't wait to go to Dubai, to just let the whole adverture begin. I've waited six months, since I send my application in over the internet. This has been a long and hard journey. Hopefully it'll all be worth it in the end.
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It's difficult to get any less bling than walking out of your hotel, turning the corner and stumbling across 15 men slaughtering a cow.

The stricken beast lies on the floor, its throat cut, as the customers chugging away on their hookah pipes in the local cafe look on nonchalantly.

Deira, it's fair to say, is the part of Dubai that doesn't make the tourist brochures.
The wealthy Emirate has carefully crafted a reputation for ostentatious opulence. But, contrary to popular belief, there is more to it than seven star hotels, mega-skyscrapers and giant shopping malls.

Dubai is often portrayed as lacking history, soul and character, but beyond the towering skyline of Sheikh Zayed Road and the Jumeirah beach resorts, such attributes are there to be found.
Deira is very much Old Dubai. On the eastern side of Dubai Creek, it is firmly detached from where the big money is on display. The streets are full of mobile phone shops, Indian-run grocery stores, cheap Lebanese eateries and grubby internet cafes full of underpaid guest workers phoning home.

The souks - even the Gold Souk and its world-leading array of jewellery shops - have a proper ramshackle feel here. The roads are chaotic, with people ambling along the middle in groups or making death-defying chicken runs across the major carriageways.

Crowds gather willy-nilly to watch police cars and there's hardly an Emirati or Westerner in sight.

This is where Dubai's many immigrants and imported labourers live and spend their money whilst not slaving away on construction sites. To stroll around gives a fascinating insight into the other side of Dubai - just mind the cow blood.

If Deira is bustling, then Dubai Creek is positively chaotic. The city grew up as a trading hub - surprisingly little of Dubai's modern-day prosperity is due to oil revenue - and it was this waterway where the merchant ships came in.

This is not the case today - huge port facilities have been built to take the big ships but you wouldn't know it at first glance.

The Dhow Wharfage, on the Deira side of the creek near the souks, is where the defiantly old-school shipping happens. Lined up on the water's edge is box after box of goodies, be they spices or production-line vacuum cleaners.

All are waiting to be loaded onto the dhows, then taken elsewhere in the Gulf. Quite how they'll get there is another matter - these big wooden boats look one extra dose of rot away from an ignominious end on the seabed.

Weaving around the dhows, crunching into the jetties and shunting each other unceremoniously are the abras. There are seemingly hundreds of these miniature ferries darting across the creek at any one time, and how there's not a serious accident every 10 minutes is difficult to fathom.
Each one departs when it has enough passengers, taking a dodgem approach until it gets to open water. The driver collects the one dirham (approx $A0.30) fare then smashes into the wharf on the other side a few minutes later.

Passengers have to leap off while the abra is vaguely close to the decking, hoping it's not going to bounce away again before they get the chance. You don't get that sort of thrill ride in a taxi, that's for sure.

On the other side of the creek is Bur Dubai, the other traditional area of the city. It's a little more spruced up and touristy than Deira, but it still has an air of authenticity. The market stalls pushing perfumes or Hindu beads are refreshingly non-blingy, while little laneways trapped between the temple and the mosque can turn into a massive human scrum as the worshippers pour out.

It's also the area in which to get a sense of Dubai's history. It didn't quite spring from nowhere in the 1970s, although growth under the Makhtoum dynasty in the last 40 years has been astonishing.

Next to the Grand Mosque is the Al-Fahaidi Fort, which is thought to be the oldest building in Dubai and dates to around 1800. Constructed out of gypsum and coral rock, it has that traditional sand-blown desert battlement look, with the lookout towers lurching up in competition with the city's minarets.

Inside the fort is the Dubai Museum, an impressive 3D romp through the Emirates past. Amongst all the Bedouin weaponry and videos of traditional dancing, visitors learn that archaeological digs have shown that the area has hosted fairly advanced civilisation for 5,000 years.

Indeed, an Italian explorer dropped by in 1580 to find a prosperous pearling community.


Top food: Outside the top restaurants, food is dirt cheap. The best value comes in the Lebanese restaurants and shawarma shops. Mixed grills come with enough bread to feed a small nation and enormous salads that include whole lettuces and cucumbers.

Top freebie: The Heritage and Diving Villages at the top end of the Dubai Creek have fascinating displays about the traditional ways of life, as well as numerous demonstrations of local artforms. Go in the evening and there's everything from sword dances and weaving to camel rides and rifle-throwing contests.

Top beach: The main beaches are along the Jumeirah strip with the hotels, but arguably the best are right in the far east of the Emirate, right by the border with Sharjah. The Al-Mamzar Park has a series of gorgeous sandy stretches, and feels totally detached from the big spending frenzy.
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A bride desperate to be slim for her wedding day died of starvation after stomach stapling surgery went wrong. Emma Favell, 32, paid a Belgian clinic �7,000 to carry out the radical procedure and within six months her weight dropped from 23 stones to 15 stones. By the time she married in March, she weighed around eight-and-a-half stones and was able to slip into a size 8 wedding dress.

But an inquest has heard how a mistake in the operation meant she was not able to give her body the nutrition she needed to maintain a healthy lifestyle and she died a month later. South Staffordshire Coroner's Court was told that Mrs Favell had suffered years of depression over her size.

The nurse, from Burton upon Trent, spent months researching the treatment before picking out a Sint Blasius clinic in Belgium, where the procedure is carried out for half the 14,000 price tag in the UK. During stomach stapling, surgeons usually close off some of the patient's small intestine, leaving a smaller area where food and gastric juices can mix. T

his gives them the sensation of being full after eating a smaller meal than normal. The inquest heard that in Mrs Favell's case, surgeon Jacques Himpens had left only a 30cm (11.8in) length of small intestine free instead of the recommended 75cm (29in). Pathologist Manuel Sotres said this was "not enough to ingest enough food to keep someone alive".

Six months after the June 2005 operation, Mrs Favell began to fell unwell and went for blood tests at her GP's surgery. But doctors failed to identify the cause of her illness and she became progressively weakerFollowing her wedding to administrator Daniel, 27, in March this year the couple honeymooned in Mexico.

By then Mrs Favell was so weak she had to be carried upstairs each night. She was admitted to Queen's Hospital in Burton on April 12, where staff monitored her and took blood tests. But no attempt was made to reverse the stomach stapling and Mrs Favell died on April 30. Coroner Andrew Haigh recorded a verdict of accidental death, but said the operation was partly to blame. He said Mrs Favell's death was due to multi-organ failure, protein malnutrition and malabsorption due to weight-loss surgery.

After the hearing, her mother Catherine McGee said: "We could see her fading away and absolutely nobody was doing anything for her. It was like they'd washed their hands of her because she'd opted to have this surgery carried out overseas. "Emma was very big and she'd tried all sorts of diets, but the weight just would not come off and she was very down about her size, really depressed. "She was desperate to be thin and planning to get married, which is why she was willing to go this far to get down to her ideal weight." South Staffordshire PCT, which is responsible for GP services in Burton, declined to comment.

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Every Tuesday night, I give a Sunday school class to grade 8's in a girl school. I always try to teach them something that they can take with them for the week and I try to leave some small footprint of God in their hearts.

When I look at the photo's below I want to scream to the world that we need to do something. This is happening right under our noses. While we are driving new cars, going home for a full plate of food, toning my body in the gym and going to the movies and parties over the weekend.

Some of these kids have most probably never even experience the normal life of a child. How can we allow this to go on. We can't ignore it, we now know what is happening. People are starving and dying every single day and we throw our left overs away.

Even if we just realise what is going on and are thanful for everything that we have. It is a start. We should really be grateful for what we've got. Sometimes the words sound so empty, and judgemental. But even when things are going as bad as they possibly can, we can still go on, we still have hope.

But it's a different story, for the people in the pictures. We can all begin to complain when we are in their positions. Let us all be grateful and thank the Lord for what we have.

The impossible, is possible for God. It is in these dire situations, that there will always be a person that still praises the Lord that they are alive and all the he is giving them. That is the example we need to follow.

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The photo is the “Pulitzer Prize” winning photo taken in 1994 during the Sudan Famine.The picture depicts stricken child crawling towards an United Nations food camp, located a kilometer away.
The vulture is waiting for the child to die so that it can eat him. This picture shocked the whole world. No one knows what happened to the child, including the photographer Kevin Carter wholeft the place as soon as the photograph was taken.
Three months later he committed suicide due to depression.

June 11, 1963, Thich Quang Duc, a Buddhist monk from Vietnam, burned himself to death at a busy intersection in downtown Saigon to bring attention to the repressive policies of the Catholic Diem regime that controlled the South Vietnamese government at the time. Buddhist monks asked the regime to lift its ban on flying the traditional Buddhist flag, to grant Buddhism the same rights as Catholicism, to stop detaining Buddhists and to give Buddhist monks and nuns the right to practice and spread their religion.
While burning Thich Quang Duc never moved a muscle!

On July 22, 1975, photograph Stanley J. Forman working for the Boston Herald American newspaper when a police scanner picked up an emergency: “Fire on Marlborough Street!”Climbed on a the fire truck, Forman shot the picture of a young woman, Diana Bryant, and a very young girl, Tiare Jones when they fell helplessly. Diana Bryant was pronounced dead at the scene. The young girl lived. Despite a heroic effort, the fireman who tried to grab them had been just seconds away from saving the lives of both.
Photo coverage from the tragic event garnered Stanley Forman a Pulitzer Prize. But more important, his work paved the way for Boston and other states to mandate tougher fire safety codes.

Picture of bullet casings carpet a street in Monrovia (the capital of Liberia), at the heart of the battlefield between government and rebel soldiers. Businesses closed for weeks as the battle raged. Carolyn won pulitzer prize in 2004 with the set of pictures containing this one.

Picture of an infant in the AIDS ward of Victor Babes Hospital shot in Bucharest 1990, after the fall of Ceausescu. Press said then that 25% of all orphan kids from Romania’s orphanages were HIV positive. Truth is there were a lot of infected kids but no way a quarter of them.
Anyway, for his photographs of ill and orphaned children living in subhuman conditions in Romania William Snyder received a Pulitzer in 1991.

Picture of senator Alben W. Barkley of Kentucky, a member of a congressional committee investigating Nazi atrocities, views the evidence at first hand at Buchenwald concentration camp. Weimar, Germany. Americans even marched german civilians through the camp so they could see with their own eyes what their nation had wrought.

And of course the afghan girl, picture shot by National Geographic photographer Steve McCurry. Sharbat Gula was one of the students in an informal school within the refugee camp; McCurry, rarely given the opportunity to photograph Afghan women, seized the opportunity and captured her image. She was approximately 12 years old at the time. She made it on the cover of National Geographic next year, and her identity was discovered in 1992.

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I wasn't in such a great mood this morning, so I got this great email from a friend, about getting old. Some of the pictures are hilarious.

This one is the best ever!