Sundays

There are some things here that are hard to get used to - like starting work at 7.00am on a Sunday. It puts your whole week out...and then you finish on a Thursday (TGIT instead od TGIF) Fridays here are like Sundays - everyone sleeps in until 11ish and then they all (well the men) head off to pray - I'm not sure how long they spend in the Mosques but they all stream out and hang around talking - as you would. Not sure what the women are doing. Everything is closed, it's very quiet - just like Sundays used to be like in NZ (showing my age now.....).
Fridays are actually great for us expats, as the roads are pretty much empty. One of the newbies here, Hazel, got her new leased car last week so invited us out with her to go exploring Doha. We had great fun being the navigators and learning all about the road systems here, finding our way around in a much more relaxed manner.
Come Sunday morning though it's chaos again - cars tooting, flashing their lights to make you move over, cutting in in front of you, driving on the footpath to get in front of a line of traffic, crossing all three lanes and then there are roundabouts and the fact you're driving on the other side, all good fun!
I think my residency comes through this week so we'll be checking out the leased cars - we hope to get a big 4 wheel drive (sorry Rob), but large is good, and safer!
We will have to go back and get our fresh fish from these local fishermen down by the port - we'll need to take a chilly bin to put it in so it won't go off. Some of the fish were very small, some of the small ones looked exactly like snapper.