I'm at Doha airport, Qatar. I feel a little woozy, not sure if it was just the flight or the fact I recently recovered from a cold. It was admittedly a very smelly and crowded affair, yet again I had the misfortune of being behind someone who reclined their seat all the way back.
Doha airport is like many of the UAE airstrips: huge, almost endless airconditioned palaces. Duty free shops with all manner of luxury goods piled high to the ceiling. Ostentatious little embellishments here and there but let's face it, I love it.
I have about 2hrs to kill. Free wireless here, some silly korean boys next to me watching some video and giggling like castrato.
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