We flew out on Sunday morning, 9.30am out of a cold and misty Manchester - is there any other sort? - on a Qatari Airlines plane that looked pretty small for jet that was going to be in the air for the next seven hours. Last time I flew Emirates through Dubai, leaving me with a fierce distaste for that great Fly-Through Shopping Mall in the Desert but this time were going to chance at Doha, and at a more respectable hour at that. Better prepped for the flight this time, I'd filled my kindle with chunky books and not worn my contact lenses like an amateur traveler. So, unsurprisingly I had a much better journey.
Seven hours, The Bone Clocks and Edge of Tomorrow later, we're in Doha, which whislt functionally the same as Dubai manages to hide its intent a little better. It's got a nicer character, basically, it's shopping area of expensive luxuries winding and twisting along, and the central areas have some flavoursome art installations and in memorable instance, a giant teddy bear. I'm also able to find a decent cup of coffee after the half-filled and luke-warm stuff they serve you on any given aircraft. Its a good couple of hours wait but at least I'm not travelling alone this time, and company is appreciated even you're just sat next to each other reading magazines. Airports can be lonely places.
|And they go on FOREVER...|
Quite a lot has changed in the last two years. My memory of Ahmedabad was of a city under construction, and whislt there is still a lot happening, a lot has been acheived, too. For a start, it's all lit up now, the small pools of light of the richer areas now spread out along the roads and underpasses. There are a lot more cars on the road too, noticable even in the small hours and hugely noticable in rush hour the following morning. They're still outnumbered by the hordes of bikes though!
Anyway, only three hours sleep last night, and after 9 hours in the office i'm pretty much ready for bed. G'night all, see you in a few days,