Oasis Hotel And Beach Club
Travel Blogs from Doha
Thanksgiving
... pecan pie, an apple pie made by Rhylan and Tori, amazing cream-filled cupcakes with yum gingerbread men propped on top of the choc icing, cookies, cinni rolls, and pumpkin spiced mocha lattes. It was all so good. All the cooks out did themselves. We found out one difference between Canadians and Americans. Canadians, when they eat too much, I guess, think they should go out and walk it off. Americans lean back ...
My Eid Holiday
... bonfire but just for the atmosphere. One problem was the heat. It is still pretty hot here and the ice in our cooler was mostly melted after one day. I then prayed that the water stay cold enough for one more day or else our milk and cheese, etc would spoil, and our beer would be lukewarm. We did manage - barely. During the day, we dealt with the heat by erecting a canopy for the shade. On our first night, there was a strong breeze blowing in ...
Drinkies!
... in the Arabic class using my classroom aren't better behaved, as it means that even though I'm not teaching I can't leave my classroom because a fight usually breaks out :/
But on the whole I really like the children. I have the class of all the children new to the school, which is a good mix of Qatari children, and those from Spain, Moldova, Romania, Canada, Sudan, Egypt, Brunei, Albania, Brazil, ...
Enjoying being home
... people, only my mother, and my departed mamaw, would always be just as happy as could be just to have me sit across the table in the kitchen to look at all summer long. And as you have seen in the pictures, I am not that much to look at, which is difficult, because as you can also see, my wife not only wears a smaller bikini every year, she also gets more and more beautiful every year. Now to her and the kids. I will be home next summer, mom, I promise.
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Al Wakrah, Qatar
... parks, and playgrounds were at their busiest after 9pm. So were the roads. My frustration with the traffic, and circumstances in general, increased as I crept closer to the destination; a destination I still needed to find. In Wakra I made a few pointless loops through an area with an official air about it, banking on blind luck to guide me through the small town. Quickly throwing in ...