I cannot think of a better airport in the world for a 22 hours layover than Doha’s Hamad Airport.
I sign up for the free two-and-a-half hour Doha bus tour; the 4pm run. Doha’s 100-year-old market is the highlight. The women encouraging us to try spoons of their brayani and other cooked food offering in heat that could probably melt my Crocs if I left them out for half an hour. Offering me tissues to dab at my face. Alarmed that I am sweating because they don’t seem to.
Wouldn’t like to live in Doha. But would like to try some of the market restaurants and hang out in some of the coffee shops. And the headgear the men wear make them look so truly distinguished and on-so-cool.
And spend the rest of the time at the airport using their free WiFi, sleeping in the recliner seats in designated quiet areas, my favorite near one of several banks of Mac computers, there for people to use for free. Deciding, meanwhile, how best to end a relationship that has run it’s course and that has been at the back of my mind during my journey.
“Every person who wins at any undertaking must be willing to cut all sources of retreat.” I know Napoleon Hill wasn’t talking about relationships when he wrote that. But cutting off ones chances of wavering and going back — when what was there was clearly not working — motivates me to take action before I get home and waver.
Onward and upward.
© Wanda Hennig 2016.
