0135hrs, DOHA INTL
The stream of lights looked like glittering jewels etched on a black canvas, illuminating the desert floor as the plane descended towards the runway. We huddled into a bus to take us to the terminal. Funny thing about Doha is that there are 2 main stops, the Doha Arrivals and the Transfer and Departure Terminal. When the bus reached the Arrival Terminal, I was shocked at the number of people that were still in the bus after the stop. It seemed like no one is really here to stay but rather most passengers are in transit to other countries.
The transit terminal was packed. Passengers were flocking into departure gates at the terminal while many others were roughing it out on the uncomfortable looking chairs at the airport. I guess the Middle East is truly the middle of other things as well. Doha felt like a transit hub that connected the world.
So we had a quick dinner at the airport which was not the most pleasant of meals. I reckon the airplane food tasted better, but we weren’t complaining as it was a complimentary meal for passengers transiting more than 6 hours. After all that, I think I would just chill for now and listen to Justin be all mushy and sweet with his girl.