Airport

Ok, so maybe that was little bit too over the top.

I’m sorry, but I was pissed.

Got to go see some culture last night, in the form of going to Doha International Airport. Believe it or not, it was the first time I saw the other side of the gate. I’m hoping to be able to go downtown at some point. Anyway—I went there to pick up a guy from his R&R mid-tour trip (guys that are here for a year get to go home about halfway through for a couple of weeks). As I was waiting for him in the arrivals area I got to take a good look at the local populace. They were exactly like what you’d see in the movies—long white or colored robes, head coverings, and sandals for the most part. Some of the women wore the complete traditional garb—covered from head to toe where all you could see was their eyes and their hands. As I was standing there, my first thoughts were how weird everyone looked. After a short time though, I looked at my outfit—grey t-shirt, khaki cargo pants and leather shoes.

So who really looked weird here?

And then some morons get off the plane. They were clearly western, and sounded like they had a British accent. The girl had about 72 piercings in every spot visible. The guy had hot pink hair. They were loud, boisterous, and apparently loved the attention. I was mortified to be identified as a westerner standing there, since I was positive that the hundreds of Qatari’s there would associate me with them. I wanted to get up on a stall and scream at the top of my lungs “I AM NOT LIKE THEM!!”

Sometimes Freedom has its downsides, I suppose.