Awww Souk-a Souk-a

We just moved into our new housing so I've been busy unpacking and settling. Moving three times in three months has killed me but it's nice to have all our stuff. Go Go Weber grill! The new place is nice but it's not cozy yet. It's two floors, four bedrooms, and three bathrooms. I'm not used to all that space. Neither is the cat. He usually hangs out upstairs during the day and when we come home, he meows at us from upstairs until we answer and then comes down once he's sure it's us. The place was already furnished when we moved in which is nice because it's already a home. The furnishings aren't quite to our taste or style but hey, it's hard to complain when most of the work has already been done for you. We have plans to make some changes but we'll get there. Right now my focus is finding a place for everything and hanging out in the pool. Hee Hee

Lately I've amused by the use of English in restaurant names but trust me, I'm not poking fun. These are the places that catch my attention and the ones I'm most interested in trying because of the names.  So far these are some of my favorites:

Tasty Buds

Hot Chicken

Tasty Bell

Unbelievably Good Chicken

Last week we hit up the souks. This is the a traditional marketplace in Doha (compared to the malls or megamarts). I was told that these have recently been rebuilt but still retain the old look. The photos didn't turn out quite as well as I would've liked. I'm still missing a tripod which would help with these night shots. But believe me, pictures just don't do it justice. Aside from the beauty of the lights, it's the smells, sound, and heat that make it so enchanting.

Here are a few pics as promised:

I liked the character of this door. It's probably not as old as it looks but the sun and sand weather things pretty quickly.

The fabric souk.

This lantern was hanging above our table at the restaurant. I meant to take a picture of the whole table but I was too busy stuffing my food hole to remember. The table had it own canopy and felt like a tent from the inside. There were tapestries on the long ends that could be lowered so we'd have more privacy. It was one of the coziest table settings I've ever experienced.

This was one of the restaurants . To be completely honest, I don't remember if this was the one we went to or not (I think it is) but the stained glass caught my eye (even if it's hard to see in this picture).

This is from (almost) the end of the street/walkway to the other. The glowing tower in the back is the Islamic Center. I have yet to check it out but it's definitely on my list.

One of the many streets/walkways (I'm not sure what they're officially called) that lead you into the smaller and much more crowded areas.

No one was around to ask why this boat was just sitting outside one of the shops, but it was still interesting.

Plastic camel for sale. Creepy huh?

This was my meal that night. It doesn't look nearly as tasty as it was. I'll have to remember to write down the names of the dishes I try but this one caught me on the menu because it was listed as a traditional Qatari dish. It was half a roasted chicken with rice, lentils and a spicy red pepper sauce. Lots of cardamom. Yum Yum.

This was at one of the restaurants along the street. Just decor but it reminded me of Mexico and guacamole... (I miss good Mexican food).

As for my take on the people here, I've decided that I need to wait until after Ramadan to make a more accurate conclusion. It's hard to get a good idea of what people are like when you take into account that they are fasting all day long. Speaking of Ramadan, there's only about six or seven days left which means I'll finally get to experience Qatar the way it is the rest of the 11 months and it'll will cool down enough to go to the beach during the day. The weather reports lately have read 104-106 degrees Fahrenheit with "widespread dust." Meaning there is a giant dust cloud hovering over us. 

And here's my final story to end today's blog:

The other day we were on our way home and I was looking out the car window admiring one of the beautiful palace-like homes. The sun was low as it was getting close to dusk but it was hazy so you could actually look at the sun without being blinded. I was imagining how that house would've looked on the inside: marble everywhere, I'm sure. All of the sudden a man in a thobe came riding past on a large white Arabian horse and headed straight for the house I'd been admiring. A thobe is the traditional male outfit. It's all white and consists of several pieces of cloth. It covers the neck, arms, torso, and all the way down to the ankles. I've seen them before in movies or some other generic setting but it wasn't until these particular 8 seconds of my life that I'd truly been able to appreciate the beauty and nobility of it; that something so simple could be so regal.

Next time I'll know to have my camera ready.