TravelChick

Doha Sweet? Doha

I've been back in Doha since Tuesday evening. Friends and colleagues have asked me how it feels to be back and honestly, I don't know. It's lonely, it's strange, it's slightly overwhelming.

Tonight one of my friends and his wife invited me over to their place for dinner. Since I'm still not driving, my friend picked me up. on the way, we stopped off at a strip mall across from his housing complex to get a few things for dinner, including some ice cream. While he popped into the supermarket, I ducked into a store promisingly called Ice Cream Plaza.

I walked up to the counter and noticed a glass display case containing pineapples and other fruit. Thoughts of tasty, fresh fruit ice creams popped into my head. I saw two men behind the counter, slicing and preparing things. Three men waited and hung out in the front of the shop.

The glass wall at the counter stretched about a foot over the top of my head, so I poked my head around the counter wall and caught an employee's attention. I asked him what sort of ice cream they had. He told me they don't sell ice cream.

Yes, the Ice Cream Plaza does not sell ice cream.

I walked out of the store, one of the employees shouting, 'Juice, we sell juice' after me. This, I think, is what being in Doha is all about: an Ice Cream Plaza that sells juice.

posted by Travel Chick @ 11:22 PM