I'm deeply opposed to thumb twiddling in airports. But what can you do with three hours in Doha? Lots, as it turns out. We met camels, saw the sunset over the Dhow Harbour, and walked the Corniche, where local lads had parked up their cars and turned up the Arabic pop full volume. There was a very fitting crescent moon once it got dark and a hot, foreign breeze. All of this was much better than mooching around in Duty Free and was only made slightly tense by the fact that it took us forty minutes to flag a cab to take us back to the airport. (I am useless in these situations. I'm so blind i can't see a cab until it's ten metres off and by the time my lazy brain has clocked this, it's gone. Thus we were waving blindly at traffic by the siide of the road for a seeming eternity. Two menatlists stepping foot in the Middle East for the first time, making an awesome impression, no doubt...) Still, it made a day which had begun with sleeping on a cold stone floor in Heathrow Terminal 3 turn into quite an adventure.
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