Tuesday just past was the annual Sports Day public holiday in Qatar.
MB took a spin out to the company labour accommodation complex with his camera to see what all the Indian and Nepalese workforce were getting up to. The Basketball & Volleyball attracted a lot of participation and interest but it was the tug-o’-war that had the crowd screaming from the second the ‘start’ whistle was blown. The atmosphere was crazy and reminded MB of similar events back home in summer village festivals.
Who would ever have thought that tug-o’-war could unite the world?!
The uneventful KLM/Air France flight from Doha suddenly sprang to life on the descent to Schipol airport. The calm of the rarified air up top was replaced by the far more exciting blowy stuff down below. Five & half hours of the proverbial ‘perfect flight’ was replaced in seconds by a flight utterly different. The plane bobbled and wobbled at a fearsome rate as the runway approached. As if the plane was floating on very choppy seas. A child by the window squawked a scary squawk as the lights below appeared and disappeared with the sideways ‘up and down’ of the air ship. Mommy-of-child did her brave frightened best to cope with the fears of daughter and self. It’ll be all right a stór, she said; but in Dutch, vomit bag in hand.