Our five year adventure in Doha, Qatarended June 1, 2012, but the memories will always remain. It's back to Texas where I have decided...Qatar isn't cornering the market on "quirky", as I once believed. Thanks for opening my eyes to the world,Doha!
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Joan was the winner again, getting up at 4:30 this morning. The others were still a bit slow rolling out of bed. They're having a bit of trouble shaking the jet lag, but I'm sure they'll find a happy medium by the end of the week. We opted for brunch today, as our fresh eggs that I bought last night were half frozen this morning. We'll use any excuse to go out and eat, and this one was just as good as any. Breakfast turned into brunch as the time was approaching 11:00am by the time we arrived at Bateel. By the clientele we saw, one can only assume it is a popular Qatari hangout. Good food, good atmosphere... we'll give it a thumbs up. After arming ourselves with food, we stopped to gander at some carpets. Shopping for carpets is an enlightening experience in itself here. Abdul, our expert carpet salesman, was eager to school us on the subject. Their carpets were mostly from Pakistan and Afghanistan, but he did have some from Iran as well that he would have been more than happy to sell us. The Iranian ones (Persian) only cost six times more than the previous mentioned countries, he tells us with a grin. With tongue in cheek, I asked him to hold Sherry a couple of carpets that she liked while we still shopped around a bit. No problem, he will put them aside for the week. I was really only kidding, can't these people take a joke? You can't get someone in the states to hold something overnight for you. After carpet class, we headed back to the villa for our afternoon siesta before heading back out to what other than...eat. We dropped Dustin and Kristi at the City Centre Mall for fast food and a movie while we headed to Turkey Central, a favorite local dive of Qataris and expats alike. The waiter took to Joan, the fair haired beauty at the table. He kept flashing his dimples at her and she wasn't even aware. He either had the hots for her or she reminded him of his dear sweet mother back in Istanbul. When I say "he only had eyes" for Joan, I'm not exaggerating. He would not leave the table until she looked up at him and smiled. He was as cute as the food was good. And the word from Bob... another keeper. Wow, I feel blessed beyond belief.
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