Ian Edelman in Doha

Expat exploits in Qatar

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Traffic jams with a view

The journey to work during the last 6 weeks has gone from 20 minutes to well in excess of an hour…that is on a good day, and there are not many of those.

The upside of a slow progress though the traffic is that there is always something to look at through the window of my stationary car, other than the line of cars in front of me.

Police horse

Alriwaq gallery getting ready for Damien Hirst

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I am sure someone will tell me what this is

I know what birds these are

Looking towards the towers of West Bay

The minaret of the mosque at Fanar

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Perdition is not on my route home.


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Rocky Road

Since we moved in to our flat last December, the road behind the building leading into the basement car park has been a bumpy and uneven surface of desert rock and sand.

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Last week I came home to a whole load of diggers and rollers… so work had eventually begun on putting a proper road surface behind our building. >

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A rusty sign at one end of the road appeared about a two year municipal roads maintenance project…. the two years was up in October, so I guess someone noticed that work still had to be started let alone completed.

For several days the surface was raked and rolled. On Wednesday I came home to a thin surface layer of black.

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The yesterday a top layer of tarmac was added.

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I’m not sure how much finishing of around the edges there will be… but I will report back when the work is done.

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Parallel universe

This morning we returned from a weekly shop. We took the bags out the car and headed up to our flat in the lift.

We got out the lift, through the fire door and walked to our flat at the end of the corridor.

It was strange that each of the four flats in our corridor now all had doormats including ours. So in the hour we’d been out someone had placed a door mat in front of each door. We seemed to have the nicest. We both struggled for an explanation. The people in the opposite flat had also put their daughters bicycle away.

8th floor

I tried the key in to door… it wouldn’t turn. I took it out and tried again with no more success. It was only at that point we both saw that we were trying to get into someone else’s flat… we were outside flat 85 on the 8th floor and not 105 on the 10th floor.

10th floor

The lift speaks to tell you which floor you have arrived at, and yet with all the clues two grown adults took several minutes to realise they were not where they thought.