Sunday, June 24, 2007

DAY 3: Where in the world is Qatar?

Sheik your booty
Many folks pronounce the country “Cut – TER”, but I’ve confirmed that the correct pronunciation is “KAH – tar” with the emphasis on the first syllable. Or shall we say “Sy – LA – ble” if you prefer Austin Powers? However it is pronounced, Qatar is one of those little, rich Persian Gulf sheikdoms in the Middle East. We arrive at 5am, line up on the tarmac and it is already bright, warm and muggy. The base we arrived into is a military hub and after processing through the reception center we head for the transient tents. Most of the group will be moving on to Iraq. I’m a stray and need to make my own arrangements for my solo trip to the Horn of Africa to meet up with the rest of my team.

Neighbors
The transient tent is stuffed to the brim with 44 of us and I happen to get assigned to bunk #44. As we slowly crash out, I notice a quick movement by my neighbor’s bunk. Right under his bed, a little mouse darts in and out between the luggage while scavenging for food – yikes! Not wanting to create unnecessary commotion, I keep this moment to myself and the little critter provides a few minutes of entertainment. I then lay down and there is an active cricket close by. Nothing like a cricket serenade to put one to sleep…