Doha's terrain and highway infrastructure looks something like a mix between Florida and Nevada- immense flat spaces with a liberal supply of palm trees. The roads are immaculate, the street lights precisely spaced, even the shrubbery is planted I'm exact diagonals. Apart from the arabic, the street signs all look the same as in America with one exception:
As we approached the hotel complexes, Doha started feeling more and more like something out of a distopian futuristic YA novel. The architecture was extravagant and breath taking in the kind of way that nothing in America can really compare to. The skyline across the water from the bridge was not just sparkling and brilliant, but also tastefully organized. Giant stone spires and mosques rose up in between vibrant lights and huge glass walls.
In addition to service so extensive and polite that we felt the need to tip our waiter at a buffet, there are also complimentary dates with fancy swirly toothpicks every where.
The buffet itself was a thing of beauty. The entire selection was restocked just before we arrived, and because no one else was really eating dinner at 10 pm we had everything to ourselves. Coco and I loaded up on dessert first, and then added a singular lettuce leaf to our meals to make ourselves feel better. I may or may not have literally tried one of everything. Literally.
(No regrets. It was mind blowing.)
At the moment, we are chilling in our enormous, suite sized rooms and trying to figure out what these bathroom squat sink things are for.
