It had already been a tough ride for Yousuf and Zainab but it was to take us a more than half hour more to go from the underground car park to the flat.
We were on the lowest level; the nearest lifts didn't work; we couldn't find any that worked; walked to outside of the building but couldn't find a different way in; left some of the luggage and walked up to a level with a reception; nobody was there; decided to walk all four floors up to our apartment; stumbled upon a lift.
Thought we'd found the flat; the key didn't work; started cursing the receptionist at the office; we weren't told that there was a Building A and a Building B; walked across to the correct one; the key worked!
Alhamdulillah it was a warm and spacious flat. Abdullah and I collected the remaining luggage while Hamida cleaned up Yousuf and Zainab, who were covered in vomit. It was too tough on the them.
Abdullah and I then went to a local mini market and bought a couple onions, a Pepper and, as a reward, a Doritos for my son. The intention was to cook but it was too late. An unwanted adventure it sure was...
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