Doha Days (3)
At once, as far as Angels ken, he views
The dismal situation waste and wild:
A dungeon horrible on all sides round
ran through my mind as I surveyed the outside of Marks and Spencer, Doha. Carrefour is OK: for me at least it’s mildly exotic, but M&S? I didn’t come to the Gulf for fucking M&S; there isn’t even a food section.
It was a quiet weekend. I spent much of Friday cleaning, unpacking and trying unsuccessfully to get my mobile to connect to the Internet via WiFi. I called the Indian who acts as our block’s general dogsbody and barked a few complaints about broken lightbulbs. I went wandering in the district looking at Turkish and Lebanese eateries. Most of the time I just slept and watched films.
I have taken the first step on the road to the Residence Permit with the blood group test, which involved a prick on the finger and a few drops squeezed onto a glass slide. Two minutes later I had a printout declaring me A negative. Next comes the full medical, which as my shoulder has improved dramatically I feel confident of passing.
A breakfast of Foul Madams this morning (well, that’s what it says on the menu), which is a dish of cooked beans. Good and spicy, but with the unfortunate after-effects one associates with beans and pulses; luckily the students are still nowhere to be seen. I plan to wander into the souk tonight and smoke a shisha. More tomorrow.
The dismal situation waste and wild:
A dungeon horrible on all sides round
ran through my mind as I surveyed the outside of Marks and Spencer, Doha. Carrefour is OK: for me at least it’s mildly exotic, but M&S? I didn’t come to the Gulf for fucking M&S; there isn’t even a food section.
It was a quiet weekend. I spent much of Friday cleaning, unpacking and trying unsuccessfully to get my mobile to connect to the Internet via WiFi. I called the Indian who acts as our block’s general dogsbody and barked a few complaints about broken lightbulbs. I went wandering in the district looking at Turkish and Lebanese eateries. Most of the time I just slept and watched films.
I have taken the first step on the road to the Residence Permit with the blood group test, which involved a prick on the finger and a few drops squeezed onto a glass slide. Two minutes later I had a printout declaring me A negative. Next comes the full medical, which as my shoulder has improved dramatically I feel confident of passing.
A breakfast of Foul Madams this morning (well, that’s what it says on the menu), which is a dish of cooked beans. Good and spicy, but with the unfortunate after-effects one associates with beans and pulses; luckily the students are still nowhere to be seen. I plan to wander into the souk tonight and smoke a shisha. More tomorrow.
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