A secret

...I'm exhibiting in Muscat on the 6th and 7th December, that's in one week, and it's my first ever! Full details are over on my other blog here.

Camping Qatari style

Jump. ©Sue Pownall

Last Friday, at the end of the Eid break, I joined expats and Qataris on a escape from the city. Through meeting a Qatari guy working at the Magnum photography exhibition, a camping trip in the southern part of the country was organised, by an inland sea, Khor al-Udeid. Unfortunately, for me, due to normal delays/ miscommunication /hanging around we arrived at our camp dune at sunset. I would have preferred to arrive an hour or so earlier, but such is life. A couple decided to jump from our chosen camp spot down the dune, which looked good fun, but I preferred to just take photos sitting part way down.

A busy roadway across the dunes.

Due to it being Eid (like Christmas or Easter) and a Friday (European Sunday), with perfect weather (under 30c) the desert was not the quiet haven that I expected, but a mass of 4x4s and quad bikes dune bashing, as well as lights and noise from numerous camps.

Home from home.

In true Qatari style, we had a generator ugh for lights and a flat screen tv in case of boredom. I must admit it was funny watching others try and play volleyball just out of the glare of the lights, however I don't think any expats took advantage of the tv. Thankfully the generator was turned off around 1am. Ah peace.

Night volleyball.

However, by 5.15 it was light again as dawn broke across the sea. btw the land opposite is Saudi Arabia and we saw border patrols driving up and down their coast most of the night.

Dawn through my tent flaps.

We broke camp fairly early and took a circuitous route back across some huge dunes. Shortly before reaching the paved road we passed a huge herd of camels (is that the collective noun???). This is what the camel drover wears every day, he didn't dress like this for tourists!

Qatari man & his camel. ©Sue Pownall

Dreams can come true!

Last night a childhood dream of mine was realised... I got to see John McEnroe play tennis against Bjorn Borg. Way-back-when, I used to play tennis at school and during Wimbledon week, my friends and I divided into two camps; Mac supporters, and those who liked boring ice-cool Borg. Guess who I always cheered for??? They are both still amazing players, despite having got old. They played a 2 set match, which went to a tie-break, and finally a win for Mac YEAH!

Mac waiting for the ball.

Mac in action - serving.

Being interviewed by Peter Flemming post match.

Then after the interval there was a master's doubles match. Unfortunately, Peter McNamara & Peter Flemming didn't/couldn't play, so Mac & Borg played instead with Mansour Bahrami and Ilie Nastase. I couldn't believe my luck seeing Mac play twice. Mansour is the funniest player, I last saw him play in Dubai November '07, and his tricks and antics still continue. I have never laughed so much in a tennis match, especially as Mac also played up coming out with the trademark "you can not be serious" and questioning line calls, hawkeye etc.

The players with Asian games mascots (2011).

Borg / Bahrami v McEnroe/ Nastase

Mansour Bahrami.

Mac & Ilie Nastase discuss tactics.

All over sniff.

Who said Doha was quiet???

Museum of Islamic Art. ©Sue Pownall

Time here in Doha is whizzing by; two weeks ago I had a manic week and I am now only just catching up with my blog. 

Be warned, this is a long post.

Purple trees at the tennis. ©Sue Pownall

First up on Wednesday 27^th October was the WTA tennis championship. I’m not really that interested in the women’s tennis, but have enjoyed the live tennis I saw in Dubai, so thought I’d go one evening. When I got my ticket I was hoping to go to Oman for Tess’ Halloween party on Thursday as I miss my Omani friends and Tess throws the best parties! However, I’m also pleased I didn’t go as there was so much going on that week. I couldn’t go to Oman as I still hadn’t got my passport back from immigration here. The first match was between the world’s number 2, Vera Zvonareva, and a very annoying girl... every time she hit the ball she squeeked, Belarusian Victoria Azarenka. To quote Al Jazeera International, it was "an uninspiring opening match" and the first set seemed to go on forever, but I stayed as I wanted to see Kim Clijsters play Jelena Jankovic in the 2^nd match, so I went and had a snack and walk around during the 2^nd set. Finally, it was over and when interviewed the winner, Zvonareva, said it was the longest 2 sets she had played, EVER. Second match was a lot more exciting with both Kim and Jana playing really well. I didn’t stay for the last match as it was already after 9.30 by the time those two were over and I was worried about getting up the next day. You can see the sketches I did over on my art blog.

The QPO & Nitin Sawhney providing music for The Throw of Dice.

Next day, I went to the Doha Tribeca Film Festival (DTFF) with two colleagues. We had a wander around then went into the newly-built open air theatre to see the 1929 Indian silent movie, The Throw of Dice, complete with written dialogue between scenes. Music was provided by the British composer Nitin Sawhney who played with the Qatar Philharmonic Orchestra.  It was free entry and surprisingly it was quite gripping. However,  we had to leave to go and see the film  Certified Copy  with Juliette Binoche, which we had tickets for. It was very “clever”, but I will need to see it again on dvd to tell if I liked it or not... It didn’t finish until 11pm and I was so tired having got up at 5.20am I think I missed some vital subtleties, then again maybe I didn’t like it.

Leaving the city. ©Sue Pownall

On Friday, in the middle of this crazy week I had the opportunity to go out on a dhow with the social group I went to the Egyptian restaurant with (mentioned here). It was a beautiful day, especially as the temperature here has started to drop. First stop was the coastguard boat, where our pilot shouted out the boat number and his mobile number – a shortage of modern technology I think- then we sailed out of the bay to Banana Island. 

A dhow smaller than ours at Banana Island. ©Sue Pownall

Dropping anchor we discovered the boat didn’t have a dingy, so we jumped in the water and swam ashore. The water was cooler than when I went to the beach, but it was far from cold, also clear and fairly clean. The island was a bit dirty due to litter, not helped by the litter bin being full and obviously hadn’t been emptied in a while. I walked to the other side, where there was a huge breakwater, then hot-footed back to the sea, as my feet were burning. Back on board we had a barbeque before we headed back to Doha. All in all the trip was about 5 hours long from setting sail, about enough for me because I didn’t get bored, but probably would have if it had been much longer.

The First Grader director & stars.

Saturday afternoon at DTFF, I was privileged to have a ticket for the Middle East première of The First Grader. This film is the most moving, beautiful film I have ever seen. The cinematography, acting, and script are all superb. It was voted The Audience Award for Best Film, and it was thoroughly deserved. I gave it 5/5. At the QandA afterwards the audience, after giving a standing ovation, were too stunned to ask anything. Justin Chadwick, the producer, is one of the nicest, genuine, down-to-earth men I've been lucky enough to meet. I met him outside the cinema afterwards and gushed how amazing I thought the film as tears still ran down my face; it is such an emotive film.

The madness continued on Monday night when my Canadian friend Tracy and I had tickets for a comedy show at the Sheraton hotel. I met her there at 7.30 for 8 and it was seriously over-subscribed and there weren’t seats available. We were lucky as we managed to get seats in the VIP area, comfy seats 3 rows from the stage, some people sat on the floor and 300 got turned away! Naturally the show started late as they tried to get everyone seated. They didn’t take a break to make up but still finished after 11pm. It started with some amateurs who had taken part in a competition, including a Qatari man and woman, and then continued with the professionals. I had seen Ahmed Ahmed before in Muscat a year or so ago. The show was great, very funny, but I was dead on my feet by the time I got home. My alarm seemed to go off 2 minutes after I went to sleep too. After work on Tuesday I went straight to bed on getting home, at 3pm, and woke up at 5.30. I had to check to see if it was evening or the next morning as it was dark. Sunset is about 5.15 or possibly earlier now, but luckily it was the evening, so I got up for dinner.

I took it easy for the rest of the week before going out on Saturday to hear/see the Qatar Philharmonic Orchestra again. They are lots better than ROSO; however they are 99% foreign musicians whereas in Oman they are 99% Omani. The venue although acoustically good wasn't that great for viewing the orchestra, but I enjoyed the evening. Now I am on a week's break for Eid, but will write about that in my next post.

Eid Mubarak        عيد مبارك